earthsized waves ring gospel truth

in measures long as swells of surf

wide as air among redwood trees

a word or tune will catch the beat

long enough to make us yearn

for the rest of the song of the universe

 

the space to the sun is a guitar string

struck to make our emptiness sing

of beginnings and ends and folds of time

layers of worlds we pass through blind

 

a fractal chord suggests the song

and even the earless sing along

we’re shown more truth than we can say

but we each have an instrument to play

 

noise of day adds up to a hum

night is the skin of a beaten drum

so deep we barely hear its din

keeping time for the gospel hymn