The First Word And The Last
Words don’t exist
in splendid isolation:
all words become
within the world.
Vaults and spans
become cathedrals,
joined by so many
words they gather
in a chapter.
Envy and hate;
faith, hope and love:
all become action.
All words become.
The Word
from whose utterance
all other words
act or react,
the Word became...
flesh
and, without words,
said hold me close –
and as I grow,
what might become?
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