You might think it strange that I
love the melody my soul makes
when it is at peace,
not unlike the melodious silence
experienced when snow dances
and falls gently to earth,
or perhaps the symphony of golden
fields of wheat in flowing waves
of quiet splendor.
Can you hear the anthem of the setting
sun when it casts its brilliant hues
and fades into night?
My heart, when in tune with the heart
of God, hears the metric sound of His
steps of love in my life.
Then, and only then, can I take part
in the hallowed chorus of all things
animate and inanimate.
copyright 11/25/2014
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