Brother Augustine Towey, C.M. poem for the late Rev. Thomas A. Casella, C.M., Jan. 27, 2006

Bro. Augustine Towey, C.M. reads poem in honor of the late Rev. Thomas A. Casella, C.M. - Jan. 27, 2006

You Are a Word God Utters to Me
You are a word God utters to me,
His voice in the dark
And out of the dark
The thrumming syllables of light,
Heard in a whisper sometimes,
Sometimes a shout.

You are a word God utters to me,
Out of the throat of salvation
And out of His silence
For mine
Into the imperfect sentence of time.

You are a word God utters to me,
In the syntax of your eyes,
In the dialect of your hands.
You are God's syllables,
His breath like a ghost in the shape of a thought,
And in the economy of His speech
You are a little air between His lips.

You are a word God utters to me,
The same word always
Which I do not always hear
The same, not being altogether fluent in the language.

You are a word God utters to me,
Neither lie, nor random, nor a second thought.

You are his diction, accent, definition,
God's verb, His lyric, His conversation,
His rhythm, His rhyme.

You are a word God utters to me,
And I am a word with which he answers you.

-- Brother Augustine Denis Towey, C.M.