AND SO BE IT
Some messages
Come with the times,
Some messages
With great struggle and labor,
And some messages
Come in a space
At a designated place
Within the song seasons play
When the trumpets
Echo across
The furrowed valley
And so be it!
The golden horns ring.
Their blast will last
Through the snow
And the buds busting in spring
That bring blossoms aglow;
It will ring
Passed the hum in the bee’s song;
It will sing shrillest
When the fruit grows sweet.
And so be it!
And so my hands
Like the wondrous wings
On the ruby throated humming bird
Weave a melody within a dream:
Deep in space yet flat,
Motionless in time yet flowing,
Solid in form yet vibrating,
Bursting with energy yet calm.
While I in my fog
Find a confusion in all being one
Yet divided among many
And the eye guides my hands
Through the mist within the seasons
And the song from the trumpets
Rises again.
And so be it!
