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.
-
Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2020 02:28
- Comment from author about the poem: "So the Word became flesh and resided among us - - " John chapter 1 verse 14. NW Translation. A verse of weekend reflection - - hope you enjoy.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 58
Offline)
Comments1
A fine write Fay. My mention of that horse inspire you somewhat here with this?
Your visit and comments are always welcome - so pleased you enjoyed the read my friend.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.