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Calling Us Home

With only twelve notes the music commands Some white and some black their harmony grand Scoring the melody eternal and free Whether Quincy or Frank, Prince, Peggy, or me Heaven the audience Angels out front Truth for a drummer Sandalphon conducts All time in abeyance the chorus in song Both gates swinging open —the silence is gone (The New Room: April, 2023)

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John Oldham

Date: 4/12/2023 8:56:00 AM

Nice write, here, Kurt. Sets a good mood and interesting reference to Sandolphon and gates - assume it's in reference to Sandolphon being the middle man between God and our prayers. Regards, john

Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 4/12/2023 9:23:00 AM

Thanks John. Sandalphon is the Angel of music.