In the beginning is the Word …. In the end is the Word …. now is the Word ….
A worder knows how to work with letters,
Letters let matter happen;
matters expect words to happen.
A worder husbands words for Love,
They are his sheep.
The worder knows the double you order,
Knows the ebb and flow of light ….
When there is no worder working,
Words can empty, break and fail.
I am a worder …. I am in Hull ….
Come to Hull ….
A conversation in my taxi,
Simply pay as you go,
An hour or a day, whatever you say
Move your mountain,
Come to Hull
One, two or three at a time ….
While there is still time ….
Or, for more formal treatment
A counsellor can be found
Online, or on Hull’s own ground,
DRT – Diction Resolution Therapy
(poem 161 by Rumi translated by AJ Arberry ISBN 0-226-73151-0)