I hear
a language of infinite caring.
Words that are acts—
small deeds shaped softly
out of the heart of Love.
It is a simple language,
always spoken
in the present tense of Truth—
its rich vocabulary
the impetus of peace
on earth, annulling Babel.
Its speech nourishes.
Its meanings cleanse.
O let us, childlike, learn
this Mother tongue
of unselfed living.
Let us together sing its hymns
with strong, uplifting hands.
Our native language
is the Word that heals.
