Across Silent, Vast Distance Poem by A.Z. McCoy

The tongue and soul birth
A language yoked to spirit
Through the written word one communes
With another soul across silence
And vast distance of place and time,
Stirs deep what was once heavy
To its light mooring onto shore,
Tells the reader:
'You do not walk alone'

These your gifts given,
To help a child pronounce the names
Of her mother and father,
Know their ageless dreams
Carried along a taut string
Like dewdrops on a spider's strand
The wind plucks peaceful melodies
On such timeless string connecting us all
How true, love's translation breathes
With the inner music a teacher brings
In the quiet loam of a student's heart