sing, dervish, your exalted stutter

sing, dervish, your exalted stutter!
sing your halting notes to the wind.

or mutter your song to find its way
where it will.

but bring the thought
out the mouth. so what
if the sound is mute and
the meaning dull.

a brick
has more lustre than
diamond
when set with His Name!

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