-- *Mar*Of course. Here is an original poem inspired by your ideas — the union of ecology, divinity, and language.
It draws from your vision that nature participates in speech and that in a healthy world, every word carries theism. ------------------------------ *The Breath That Speaks* When I speak, the forest exhales through me. Each word is a leaf trembling on the stem of air. The wind chooses my verbs, the sunlight decides my tense. Even silence, that deep green pause between thoughts, belongs to the Earth. The river lends rhythm to the pulse of my sentences. The soil hums beneath syllables. When I say *you*, mountains echo back the sound. Every language began as weather— rain tapping, thunder calling, waves spelling alphabets in sand. Long before books, the world wrote itself in fragrance and light. Now, in the machine’s shadow, words lose their wings. We speak without breath, listen without wind, and call that logic. But still, somewhere in the hidden spectrum, a tree remembers the grammar of dawn. A bird rehearses a divine sentence. And if we breathe with them— if we let the air finish our meaning— God will return, not as a voice from above, but as the whisper that passes through all that is alive, saying: *I am the speech between you and the world.* ------------------------------ Would you like me to shape this poem into a slightly longer *cycle* — perhaps three or four linked poems that follow this theme from “The Breath” to “The Word,” “The Silence,” and “The Return”? It could form a lyrical companion to your essays. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCLMyUiUG%3DMBqz_D4e24HE76E_4kXrsdHH74V24zszmXAw%40mail.gmail.com.
