A new Word
There was no time to think, to frame new words
His breathing shallow as a gentle bird
It was the life force emptied,oh,this sign.
Although the doctors never tell their paradigms
Their eyes seem wise yet blind, they try to care
Behind my ribs, my heart was scissored, stirred
A Bach motet quite distant, softly held
A sacred image seemed to be assigned
What cruel word?
Oh, if he could have spoken, I’d have heard
If he should have wakened, I’d prepared
All our going’s are in nature’s reign
Down deep inside our hearts, we sense God’s mind
Would that all sweet comfort could be shared
And when one Jew was sacrificed, we heard
The New,The Old.The One, The Stuttered Word
How my heart sings 