Born in silence, a murmur grew,
just faintly heard, until it came
to where I lay, wakening my sleep;
touching me, like never before.
The voice was soft and insistent,
dutifully kind and sincere in praise
for what I had not yet done—Love
it must have been, miraculously
coaxed to life in a world of dying,
and now grown to fill multitudes.
I won’t see in you this spirit come,
only know I’m up and feel quite new.