Word

The Word
unfolds upon the surface of the lake,
falls like a snowflake upon the bank,
splits darkness into bits,
preserves Man,
peeps through the chink like a flowery dream,
comes out of the old wound,
reels in the sky,
snakes like a dejected man,
carries the message across the mountain,
brings good tidings from the unknown land,
spreads my speech in the world,
speaks out the pain fearlessly.
 
Without the Word
the world will be mute
will be frightening
 
The Word is
my morning and evening bow before Him.
 
The Word is
my breath.