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in the front clapping and praising, high hands reaching.
former times held the lyrics of tambourine —
bells in a circle shaking, hitting thighs.
then there’s the ukulele — a small guitar,
held close in swaddle, fingers strumming up and down.
emotive feelings of sound as piano keys and chords
ride the path to your soul and the unity of chorus
with flowing robes — undulation of the Creator’s sea.
and the moment i followed my grandmother,
a bagpipe touting Amazing Grace —
the rich mahogany box levitating,
to her final resting place.
11/23/2018
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