God's Symphony

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The breath, cool and soft
Over my skin, caressing.
The rhythm rustling all around,
The sweetest melody to ever sound.
The ever pounding beat unheard
Yet I feel it even now.
Far off there plays a harmony
To the melody of Natures symphony.
‘Tis the plowing of fields and
The footsteps of man in flawless accompaniment.
Here comes the minor chords,
Struck deep and slow as the seasons change.
Softly sings the words unknown
In tongues of animals and man.
And now the clashing symbols,
The pounding drums, of lightning and thunder strike.
Who, I ask, so great a composer
As could write Nature and Man
In such perfect semblance?

Quietly the song sings for me,
Filling my soul with strength renewed
And warming my heart with loves heat.
Lilting high above, it answers me.
With ethereal voice it lauds to me.
The notes climb higher, beyond
Earthly bounds, into the stars and heavens.
It draws near its end, my soul consumed,
Bound forever, forever changed.
And then it stops,
The earth trembling in its echo.
A single word ignites my soul,
Opens the flowers, brings the sun,
Calls the wind, nurtures the soil.
A single word, the name of the
Heavenly composer who imagined the song,
Who strung together the notes,
Who conducted the symphony,
Who breathed into it life…
God.





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