Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
   That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
   Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath
   Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod.
They shall not live who have not tasted death.
   They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 3, 2001; not revised.