Word

Once, it existed we knew in our minds

Once, it persisted but just in our hearts

In the myths and the poets deepest lines

Hiding in the knowledge a seer imparts.

Prophets spoke it, but could not understand.

Philosophers thought it, but could not see.

Dreamers longed just to hold the concept ‘s hand

And sorcerers screamed at it to come free.

Holy Wind made it more than conception

Power-mad Kings feared their own power’s loss

Through false shepherds and serpents’ deceptions

All of man nailed all of man to a cross.

            Once just a word, then a word and still more

            The word uttered now, the world to restore

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Benjamin J. Cline