The Word Went Forth

And the word flew forth from the parapet gleaning as it went Flying through the history the sounding had been sent Touching, rolling, reaching strong It was matter, spoken song Everything is made by words, the wise Speak forth the words that mark the skies Heaven sent, their words are bent to steer the errant stranger right Never falling to the ground, even finding paths at night Silver crystals, bonded lovers, fir trees softly bend All are made by messages spoken by the wind Tenacious time, the pastured land, teeming with lament The Word will find the people there and brings them to the tent