You Are More Than Your Dictionary

Tradition

As drear the lengthy night becomes, we sit
Like cloistered monks amidst our hoary texts
To seek elusive thoughts that fly and flit
Like sparks alive, of minds alight, betwixt.
Our bowéd heads, as deep in prayer, mark lives
Of quiet quest for truest sense, a long
And deeper look at words—not men—alive,
Imbued with human souls—our own, our songs.