The Wilderness

The word is told, now Word is said Word is old, now And the stone is bread Heart is bone, now The heart is flesh The heart is known, now And the no is yes And all we hold Is only in the past Song is cold, now The song is spent The song is sold, now And the thought is rent Bird is flown, now The bird is fled The bird is gone, now And the wind is fed And all we hold Is only in the past