THE WORD:

Written by sacred hand, in every Holy book,

The Word,

We read, we hunt, we search & for it, we look,

The Word.

In angered ire & in spiteful nastiness we spit,

The Word,

It´s what we peruse while we quietly muse & sit,

The Word.

In euphoria, joy & play, it´s what we shout & say,

The Word,

In those still quiet moments alone, it´s what we pray,

The Word.

In the trilling & the tra-la-la, it´s in what we exalt & sing,

The Word,

In farewell it´s what we bid & in greeting what we bring,

The Word.

In the poetic romance, it´s in the lusting & loving wooing,

The Word,

To quieten the fretting little babe, it´s in Mama´s cooing,

The Word.

It´s the whisper to the dying in the dead of dark bat night,

The Word,

It´s in the praise & castigating of what is wrong & what´s right,

The Word.

It´s the ode, the poem, the song & within the written line,

The Word,

It´s in despair, in hope, in the always wanted & expected sign,

The Word.

Heard in the human voice, in growl of beast & in the song of bird,

The Word,

But where we should be listening, lies the hidden voice unheard,

The Word.