While down among
the toiling slaves,
I wondered what
I’d like to save,
save love alone
and its echoing tone.

The bell is silent
as can be in order
that I can be free
of fraudulence
and woe.
So deeper down I
choose to go.

I go so deep and
sound so low
I know it’s time
for me to go alone
into the Void
and resurrect my
own sweet chord.

Ah, now it’s struck
and angels gather
to cover me with finest
feather.
And give me back my
note to sound in order
that the Soul resound.

My essence struck,
my love ignited.
A love no longer
unrequited.

Vicki Woodyard