Teach Me Your Statutes
Teach me, teach me your statutes. And let the gold grain, grown, broken burrow in the earth Teach me, may the songs sung, long ago, in ancient tongues seep into the soil, to the toil-tilled furrows in the dirt. As I labor, let me savor all the silences - each flavored with a Word, with a Work done well, welling up to Life Eternal Until each cadence from the breath slip sweetly, like a tasted thing, spring from the soul, from the heart, full, fruitful, in due season