Sermon [Ode to the Word]

 “In the beginning was the Word…and the Word was God”:
 ingrained in the ecology of the poet tree, echoing from its myriad
 of rings, through its ageless roots & enduring branches.

   & God, the wordsmith of wordsmiths, made the Word flesh
 to dwell among us & blow riffs of tradition through us, the leaves
 of forever soloing on the indigenous versaphone…

   as we with an ear to the ground, search for purpose within
 truth, discovering truth within beauty, carving a brand new nuance
 of meaning from the beauty of our own expression…

   as we with the winged thoughts of our angel eyes take flight
 through another long day’s journey into night, to where
 our deeds, begotten in births of cool winds blown

    everywhere all at once, return as reflections
                            in the kaleidoscopic urn of ubiquity
 breathing life eternal into our words.

©2014

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