Hark While You Can
Hark While You Can
by David B. Swanger
There stands the father in cassock long
With cordelier tied and hanging straight
Softly speaking his word-symbol-talk
For sitters and kneelers to contemplate.
His words ring so true they set one to musing:
Supposing that here 'mongst the rest of us all,
This one has been to the mountain of knowing
In search of the true... to answer a call.
I close my eyes and I see him a'kneeling
And there! A dim figure with mouth at his ear
Whispering words with extraordinary meaning
To one who is worthy - for ears that can hear.
Call it a vision - call it a dream...
Say he's too much "at one" with the throng.
Do as you wish... but please, hark while you can
To the words of that father in cassock long.
