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What can I say?
You entice me with your words,
Your rhythm, your pulse,
Music, I adore thee!
You take me on a journey,
Of the heart,
With memories of times long ago,
And loves lost.
But you candy coat them all,
With sweetness and fondness,
So they never rust,
Or get swept away like dust.
You define moments,
As I live them,
Making good ones seem more wonderful,
And tough times more palatable.
Music sweet music,
How do you weave your magic?
Your notes must be a sister cord,
To the heart strings of my soul!
A song poorly sung,
Is much better than,
A song left unsung.
If there’s a song in your soul,
Do open your heart,
Move your lips,
Every Spiritual Journey Begins with
Three Basic Steps:
2)Drop (down to your heart space).
3)Release your roles.
Oh pretentious morning,
Mocking the free fall of night!
Clouds do hover.
Then a certain quietude settles over.
And I turn to see,
A thousand white doves,
(God is my quietude.)
Settle into joy,
And move gracefully,
Everything in due time,
Perfect order, rhythm, treble, pulse and rhyme.
There’s a Heart Beat,
To the Universe,
Stop long enough,
To feel the One pulse,
The chaotic, oft dizzying time clocks,
of our world.
Heart strings, instead,
To this tender love, sublime.
All good deeds (including prayer),
Are sewn into the fabric of Love.
No good deed gets left on the spool,
Love could never deny Itself,
But only use the thread,
Which is of the same fabric,
For Absolute Good.
Sewing, sewing peacefully,
And ceaselessly into the night;
Creating a blanket of warmth,
For a world, otherwise at risk,
For hypothermia of the soul.
This poem is dedicated to all moms, especially my mom,
who works tirelessly for love.