words on the wind

.
i heard a voice calling :
"do not be afraid,
for blessed is he
who is what he was
before he was made"
.
they came on the wind,
those singular words,
and on the wind they went.
.
perhaps all there is
is the calling of birds
as they're blown on the wind,
and we just mistake it for singular words?
.
God knows i don't know
but now night is falling
i am what i was
before i was made
and this is my calling
.
by
robert nye
in
the tls
june 10/2005