Song of Joy
It’s so difficult, too ungraspable,
poetry can only mimic with deaf words.
The beginning:
our turning earth gently rises
from the rim of the unseen.
Notes and tones spellbind
with intimations and murmurs.
Then a brow-beating sound stamps upon the ground
only to rise weightless into the air.
Voices declare the ethereal,
the joy becomes too much,
it overwhelms a dyke of ecstasy.
Now a triumphal march walks into a fugue,
A hundred voices first,
then another thousand within our blood sing out,
after which, the orchestra dances,
it’s a rustic ‘kick up our heels’ affair
set to a grand drama.
This time though, the dam busts suddenly,
completely
Joy,
joy overspilling.
The music must come to its senses,
it ponders and questions,
angels answer in their trance-tongues.
A quietus descends, hovers, and rises
a sound not of this earth
becomes a contrapuntal desiderata of faith,
followed by a whispered vision of ascension
then a prayer.
The music plays a quick jig,
Then a pause, a sacred second,
Standing forth, 3 solo voices speak out
resounding , magnified.
amazed,
the orchestra, soloists, and choir
are now boundless.
Heaven has come down to earth.
We who merely listen
are made great, whole, maybe for a lifetime
or only for a moment.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHgIi_C9w5E
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