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