The Words are Gone

Imagine that the world had run out of words,

one moment there were so many of them,

and now they’re gone.

They all ran away

just like the frightened kids.

But we’re still here!

And we pray to God without words,

But what can we do without them?

For each one is his name,

even if it’s a tiny one,

even if it’s dead.

We and the stones are alike,

We can wait,

But will they come back?

But it’s all right, we’ll do it,

we’ll get the soil,

we’ll sow… New ones will grow,

so we will have something

to start being who we are.

Can you imagine all that?