access to our wisdom, to which pain endured
gave birth-sparse speech, in acronymic ways,
absurd to those who float on signs! Ungird
yourself of foaming talk. Read eyes, abase

word's worship -- listen hard. Find hurting hearts.
Once done, communion comes like answered prayer.
Shards of basic sense float up, then start
to coalesce. That which aphasiacs dare

to offer cuts through vapidity. A gull
hooks tender fare from foam -- another miracle!

-- Lydia P. Priest