We are the people of the book [252/365]

We are the people of the word

and the breath of the word fills our minds with light.

We are the people of the word

and the breath of life sings through us

playing on the pipes of our bones

and the strings of our sinews

an ancient song carved in the Laurentian granite

and new as a spring azure butterfly just drying her wings

in a moment's splash of sun.

We must live the word and make it real.

 

Done