I carved a wind-harp

by Gabriel Rosenstock

Original Language Irish & English

Dar Óma
out of aged cherry-wood
I carved a wind-harp
and placed it far
from the eyes
and ears of men
a hawk watches over it

no fingers touch
its delicate strings
the breeze it is
that plays the tune
breeze of morning
breeze of night
warm breeze from the south

throughout the day
it sings but You


never the same tune

-- from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock

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I carved a wind-harp