Language Is The Kingdom Poem by Mark Heathcote

Language Is The Kingdom



Language is the kingdom of the soul.
Its compass is the making of the whole,
whether by madness, science, or art.
Its lineage contains the heart.
And when its needle points out death,
language becomes our immortal breath.
On ancient winds, now holy light,
it lifts the silence of the night.

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