IF YOU COULD TRAP A SOUND
If you could trap a sound,
in the heart of Mother Earth
from the cool, depths underground
What would that sound be?
A laugh, a whisper, a spoken last word
a gasp, a supplication, a plea
If you could trap a vision by the eye, seen
would you espy the grasp of comfort
from one man to the other,
brothers in their faith . . . freed
If you could dispel the darkness, with a flame
Or feel inspiration ignited, by a prayer
You would have seen the angels that came
and moved amongst the men down there
Men of the Heartland
Miners of our Earth
Beckoned to His Homeland
Men of family--Men of worth!
Extolled in the human heart
is our connection with the Creator
like a star in the firmament, bright
And to the Heavens above we lift
our eyes through the darkness
until we connect with the Light
`*`
Copyright 2006 Kathy Pippig Harris
`* For the coal miners who perished in the
Aracoma Alma Mine and the Sago Mine of West Virginia.
`* And for my grandfather who was a coal miner in Illinois, and loved roses.
