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.
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