When All The Words Have Melted

When all the words, that I have known, 
have melted into dust,
there I shall sit beneath the stars
and perhaps the moon will join us.

And a song will arise in the heavens 
as God's voice
calls out 
for all to listen: 
"let it rest 
and let Creation be found 
anew 
within you 
in each day."

So bless it all.