A mime stands upon the gallows for a crime he did not do
When given the last chance to speak he remains true
A crowd of hundreds has gathered to see his last performance knowing he will not talk
The mime takes from the sky the circles of bright spheres
Lays them on the table
Expressing deep love for the companionship and guidance they have given him
For so many years
He removes his heart from his body
And seems to arouse all life on this splendid earth
With such a sacred tenderness
There for an extraordinary moment it looked like someone was giving birth to the Christ again
He mounts his soul upon the body of freedom
And grave breeze comes by
And the sun and the moon join hands
And they bow so gracefully
For a moment
For a moment
Everyone knows that God is real
That God is real