Original Hymns (poem)

So this one from dVerse poets was a prompt of photos from a John McKaveney and picking one to write a poem on about.

They whistle while they work

Original hymns before hymns were made corrupt

Star builders

Whistled songs that float starry eyed unheard but shouted in cosmos void

known  

To mothers who taught them

Of the building of skies to be seen in the dark

through eyes dim

earth

so many small 

dammed by hymns of fear

But from the scratch of dust and particle cloud

from whence we came you can’t explain how hymns just 

take what isn’t theirs

To be seen in scared scarred curious spaces of

hard and soft bits of bangs

big

built from scratch

New stars to be seen

Though long dead

To wonder and fear

In hymns and homily’s 

to check

to hold 

.

We are star builders and we sing

Original hymns