By KatyBeth
Date: 20 December 1998

His Words

Beating heart
race to the finish of
     this question
     this hopeful remark
and if you lose or win
     or remain altered
     for all times
never break for my sake
Let his words
     quench your stomach's
     aching thirsts
and if they are sand
     pound it silent
     and firm to each
   muscular, porcelain 
         wall
Breakage will be soul deep
And strength will be your rope
If only his words,
   his beautiful sacred words
Would feed this dying hope.