Spirit 

Until now

The tongues

Had ceased

Their babel names

Unsolicited

Had been silence

Too soon the salt

Had felled the lot

The faces blunt

In retrospect

Beneath their gloom

Had fallen stom

While silence

Dreams its dreams

The gods are still

 

But now

The languages

Redeem the dark

Becoming breath

And sympathy

Like an angel

Dispatched to need

Becomes the voice

Of the spirit

Doubt makes room

For credulity

 

Listen but

For rain