many poems came out when sense drained from the earth.

here is one now, and there will be many more to come.

The Sound of Love

I love the sound of a word
To me it is the singing of a bird.
A word that is heard inside my heart
A word that does more than just impart –
I love the sounds that God has given us
That vibrate clearly inside my chest
They strike the drums beneath the chattering
They remind me of the unity under all the mattering
And when I love I know it best:
Love makes the sounds that let the language rest.