The Voice of God

Album: The Cosmos and the Heart

He knelt before the Church and said the words they wrote
Rose from his knees and knew the earth still moved
They built him monuments in marble and in stone
You cannot unlearn what the sky has shown

A frequency that burns the air
The kind of certain no one else can hear
Clear as daylight, cold as bone
The voice of God
And you carry it alone

Thirteen years old, a field, a voice, a fire
Nine days to lift the siege the generals couldn't break
Arrow through the neck — she rode back anyway
Burned at nineteen, sainted five hundred years too late

A frequency that burns the air
The kind of certain no one else can hear
Clear as daylight, cold as bone
The voice of God
And you carry it alone

He saw the whole machine before the wire hit the ground
They took the patents, killed the tower, took the town
Died in a hotel room with nothing left to own
Every light you've ever switched on — his alone

Same story, different name, different century's flame
Hear something real and they'll call it madness
Burn the body, silence the voice
The frequency remains
It doesn't give you that choice

Wash your hands, he said — and they laughed him out the door
Walked straight from the morgue to the birth ward like before
Died in an asylum — Pasteur proved him right that year
Some truths need a body on the altar to be heard

A frequency that burns the air
They called it madness, called it wrong
Burned it, buried it, moved along —
But it outlived every hand that tried to still it
Outlived every court convened to kill it
The voice of God
Was never theirs to silence