Hearing a Heavenly Tune
A melody heard in an ethereal way
paraded through her composer’s mind
She listened in awe, aware of its beauty
Who would believe it? Could she replicate it?
Determined to try, she picked up her pen.
Who sent it? Her angels?
Power animals? Spirit guides?
The tune was heavenly.
Surely it had been developed there first.
She felt guilty taking the credit.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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