Be

be the drop when the water rejoices at its springs
the breath when the word learns to walk unspoken
the root driven petal when it lightly clings
to the soil and drop the word and its token

an embrace when the hand thunder stricken dies
stream of light in sight when sense no longer feels
the sound of birth when the last circle unties
the balm made of sight that each hurt can heal

kissed by time edges would you be that quiver
the flash in colours living would you be their weaver
the memory of seeds a holy life in a plant
say 'be' so that joy the whole life can chant