Once Your Voice Among Us Dwelt Poem by Terry Dawson

Once your voice amongst us dwelt
But now is gone - the absence felt

And yet

Returning from the bouldered hills
Your rebounding echo never stills


You are the thunder calling rain
You are the strength to try again

You are the ox that draws the plow
The shading fig's most sturdy bough

You are the booming voice unbound
You are the voice of reason found

You are the steadfast granite hills
You are the strength that doubting stills

You are the keel that holds the course,
The guiding light, you are the force!