An Echo in the Well How is it that we can hear god’s voice in each of our languages? Always changing but never lost, so shameless in its song our thoughts pain themselves to sing along, its shaping what we want without pause that movement symphonies applaud, this rhythm’s coincidences always changing but never lost, louder colours watering mouths when thirst conquers what deafness whets, shaping what we want without pause if only because turning off love calls it up, blush choruses always changing but never lost as years close and time rusts, the cost of painless noise ancient voices always changing but never lost, shaping what we want without pause. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related January 13, 2017 Categories: Poetry