Hands said, "We serve thee

With our curving, vita; strength-

Lift, carry, grip and press-

Are hard or tender, at thy will."

Eyes said,"We show thee

How that mortal garment

Of an equal spirit

Fronts the shining sir."

Blood cried," I make known

Your storm and ache."

Lips said, " We free thee

From that raging at the walls.

We find way with sound,

And find a soundless way..."

Heart never answered, but, aware,

Beat on with deeper will

Than flesh could serve,

And in the hidden chamber

One wise voice prevailed,

Command me. I am Mind."