Sweeps and arcs that move me
To the point of anguish, passion or pleasure
All that fills my ears
and eyes
with psalms and poetry
A musical alphabet full of love and hate
All that needs to be expressed
Through the written word
Whether it be pen, pencil
Charcoal or rock
This is the way of the world
The world has survived through years
of famine, war, drought, flood
The word is love
The word is life
It is prosperity, the written word
It is what has connected all of us
the this never ending circle
The world around us changes
but the
Word is always there
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