Symphony
To deepen the secret of God,
every instrument aches, every string complains.
My sound has long suffered,
yearning to dissolve into Him —
yet no single note was ever enough to contain His name.
Still, in the listening,
still, in the playing of our fragile melody,
I pray the silence between us
is what ordains us.
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