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