Maestro
Who is playing
soloist gigs
angrily plucking
stolen strings
dulling tunes
fraying wings
clouding sky
of heart
in spring
raining down
from eyes
a dirge
ego centered
soloist
not all players
are asleep
faith enlivened
congregation
guards
its sheep
with holy
zeal
from the wolf
teeth of
fear
tune your mind
bend your knees
join the
togetherness
symphony
every life's
unique gift
gives the world
its heartbeat
can one color
a rainbow
be
or a sparrow
like robin
sing
who will hear
the tongue's wish
if the ear
refuses to hear
and decides
instead to speak
open windows
of the heart
fa beyond
the farthest
star
God who
hears
pride speak
and the voice
of solitude
weep
trust
He'll blend
your tune
unique
in a glorious
hymn
of love
never ending
song
of joy.
Honorable Mention in Brian Strand: Your Choice I-5/23/25
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2021
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