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Trumpeting Angel

Trumpeting Angel

Hearing the soft jazz trumpet

the drum tat, tat, tat, 

the rhythm of my heart

the piano notes vibrate roll and resound 

in the room with more of his trumpet’s undulating sounds

his songs warm and strong rolling down 

my mind my heart let go of the shadows

tightening nerves and fear of  pain

coating my mind and chest like warmed honey

 the heart beating gently now to his tunes

chanting deep canticle sounds  

Song of Songs soothing  the tears away 

easing my mind joining a spirit no longer mine 

into the darkness and distant starlight

stretching out to something deep universal and fine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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