Every time those words appear, there’s meaning found anew;
it’s like that over all these years their meaning grew and grew.
I listen to the rhythm and feel their beating heart
and then, maybe just a fraction, I understand their art.
The poetry of ages; the ageless words they penned
tell us all the story that to each of us they send.
The message changes daily when read from where I stand;
is that all just an accident, or was it subtly planned?
The constancy of change that is the essence of it all;
the music that is language loud as a clarion call.
The words, the rhythm, my heart beat combine in gentle flow
as I take in with wonder what the words and rhythm show.