The Lyre, In Natures Hands
Compare the lyre to an individual whisper
Using its perception in a character of song,
Title it together with a finer tune, and crisper
A voice with an opinion shall belong.
The dance in all perspective, will arrange
A silence of a kind, with pause between-
With undulating goals where rhythms change
Our universal orbits self esteem.
An independent dance that raged with war;
From natures balance, dreams beyond compare
That song and dance had trust in God before,
Our pride of place in space, had someone there.
The lyre defines our time, where space expands
Composed responsibility of wills,
That who shall play the instrument with hands
Shall play with godly power, all those skills.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007
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