God is still speaking

The words of the divine
fill more than pages,
more than buildings of wood and stone.

They are in every crack and creek
every groan and every peek.
They roam the deserts, mountains, moores,
roam the valleys, forests, shores.

Long ago they courted sages
who copied them to sacred pages
bound in leather, shared with all
rich and poor, great and small.

The words, however, continued on
inspiring new stories, songs.
A living legacy, born again
with each generation who found them.

And God is still speaking, to those who would hear,
with open hearts and open ears
while zealots guard, with deadly swords,
the molted husks of living words.