I Did Speak

A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation

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I did not speak loudly

But speak I did,

To my brothers of bone

Tongue, and word;

My only words as I lie below,

Are words not of me,

Engraved in still; silent stone.

I speak only to earth, air,

Water, fire, and space;

It is that which I am.

When I was flesh,

I spoke of flesh,

When I could see,

I spoke of wonders seen,

When I loved; I spoke of love.

Upon hearing,

I listened to my brothers of

Bone; tongue and word.

It is within sacred silence,

I now call to them,

In signs, symbols;

and visions.

To speak solemnly,

Fervently, honestly,

That they might write on other

Men’s souls; as did I.

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Gary Orphey - Medium

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