Fay Slimm.

The Word.

 

 

The Word.

 

Oh glorious Word,
whose love-tongue sings lily or
cloud, rain or rose,
fish, frog, fruit or bloom, whose
tune trumpets at dawn
or twilight to orchestrate change 
can also speak oceans
and islands by rearranged lyrics.

  

Oh wondrous Word,
who composes duets with whale, 
wolf, cat, dog or goat,
who gifts language to ant, gorilla,
elephant and mouse,
        scribes beauty in nature's atomic          
matter, can write
mystical symmetry of structured
perfection, combine
spirit with signature language and
                       provide exciting                              
exacting vocabulary of precise flow 
to life's on-going symphony.

 

Word, praise to thee 
who sang thine own Self into mere
humanity eons ago 
to teach heaven's linguistics which  
divinely reflect diversity. 

Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. My mention of that horse inspire you somewhat here with this?

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your visit and comments are always welcome - so pleased you enjoyed the read my friend.

    • Accidental Poet

      Beautiful write Fay. A lover of all animals, this really hits home for me. I wish animals could read this. AP

      • Fay Slimm.

        Yes each animal or bird etc has so much to give us if we but look and listen - grateful thanks for your visit and comment A.P.



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