Voice

Wait and work before you dream
Until the turrets turn and twirl as they crumble

And the Israelites shout into Sabbath silence

Can a voice bring down a city?
Can a heart withstand rejection more sweetly
than rejecting itself into
nothingness and wonder?

Wonder at what matters and masters itself and everything else

And the choir sings into gothic arches and the echoes come back from God's ears

    Does He hear
   (Does She hear)

How our hearts misunderstand the songs of our fathers and mothers?