The Song I Heard
When I heard thy beckoning song, my eyes
Saw signs of things to be done. Things your mind's
Eyes made different and sweet, and so I
learned the songs rhythm, letting it come to me
Again and again till I knew each pause
And beat and enjoyed the patterns of an idea
Filled song reminding me of my own dreams
I was a patient dog yet not hungry
For meat. I followed thy path even on
Sunny days, I watched thy hand master thy
Every tool, I watched some more till I
Was good and they wore me beads and chanted my
Name, yet behind their praise I heard your voice
Saying honour should follow gray hair, and gentle
spirit should never die. I heard thee till
thou turned to dust and then I began the
Beckoning song preserving the circle of
Life and your dream since our problems began
Copyright © Ingibo Benson | Year Posted 2011
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