The Body Listens to the Soul Ring

​The body listens to the soul ring,
It feels the hidden river, its
Tributaries , how it carries branches,
How the swirling chimings it transmits

Come to the sense of speech, how 
The words press, how the compulsion
Of life fills the words. It listens
And it feels an inner convulsion,

It controls itself, it knows
That it must be strong, it must expand
Its boundaries for light, it must
Be great, faithful, humble, grand

With life, until it feels the word
Of God. (And the body, usually so busy,
Strains, silent, searches for a graded road,
And strains to say or hear a word, close to dizzy.)