Let Those Who Have Ears Hear

A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more “No, no! It couldn’t have gone, it couldn’t have died!” “Give me back my hope, my faith!” desperately he cried The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong The joyous melody was always there – now he knew It never left him, away from him It never flew It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet