The syllables slipped out and fell
through the whispering realms,
making a gash in the side of hope
and wounding the heart of love.
It continued to wind its way past
whitened wintry fields of wisdom,
and flew innocent as thistledown
crushing the cry of community.
It held children in evil places,
laughed at the lament from women,
broke the backs of slaves and
dealt out desolate despondency.
It whispered its name in the media
and grew in importance and power,
shoving the shepherdless before it
and hushing the reading of reason
i am the way and my lies are truth
i offer to you an oppressive poverty,
if only you will give me your ear
and then give me your vote.
The word echoed through the
spreading universe, gliding
the flowing planets in
living light and rainbow hues.
It continued to gently touch
the rocky residues with rain
and gave life, amazing life,
abundant life, awesome life.
It whispered through the beauty,
giving hope and sang through
the myriad choices of love,
sowing seeds awakening souls.
It became he and walked where
it was hard and stony and
spoke, ‘I am because you are,”
holding them together in him.
An innocent word of life was
crucified, hung out to die, yet
the word broke from death, dancing
a harbinger of hope and love and light.