Surrounded by the written word
I am you are we do together share
its purpose and its joy to bring
a sense to what we try to say

The call to prayer in words
that Jesus prayed and loved
fall soft between our lips
antiphonally spoken
righteous intoned
is it enough to speak
and yet not understand?

Later at my desk this page
of code describes a music
only I can hear a parametric
lexicon of formal language
I correct adjust compile

Thankfully soon I'll turn to
Thursday’s word-day
joy of weaving threads
not words in silence
but for beater’s slap
And treddles' clatter

Tea arrives and time
for music’s measure
afore a final task
takes hold: a blog
to write of she for whom
I’ve worded more than
any soul in rightful mind

‘Tis only love I say
and search my wordscape
waiting far beyond this keyboard’s
reach to click for something new
to compass all and more
and ever now she is Amen

*For Alice - on National Poetry Day