Angels and Lyres
The day I heard my guardian cherub play,
my heart raced with sincere anticipation-
For each note was a heavenly display,
as her lyre was born from an angel’s creation.
An ivory overlay with a swan head engraved,
her lyre has seven strings all different in length-
For the sound of beauty has definitely saved
my soul and has given me much strength.
Before the Greeks discovered this instrument,
and before time invented melodies so harmonious,
the lyre was born as a Godly living testament,
with a tune so mellow and sweetly euphonious.
Her lyre holds a gift of beauty with each eighth octet-
This magnificent contrivance is a friend of the harp,
and within the resounding pitch of each fret,
the hues of her tunes are perfect and sharp.
My cherub releases comfort with such ease,
she reveals her spiritual beliefs from within-
As I listen in awe I am completely pleased,
and wait with excitement for a new song to begin.
When she strums mellifluous music with her fingers,
when she resounds with dulcet tunes on her lyre,
my imagination flies to Heaven as each melody lingers,
and sets my passionate soul on fervent fire.
Angels and Lyres
Mystic Rose
April 13, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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