As a priest, dear Zechariah
You used your voice most every day
But when you questioned God’s message
there were no words that you could say.
The angel said to shut your month
But he said it with nicer words
So until your son John was born
You were as silent as the birds.
Were you embarrassed you could not speak
when the other priests spoke to you?
Did you try to keep a distance
until you silent sentence was through?