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