April 11, 2012 § 1 Comment
Just a note, a sweet single note…
A piano song and you show me once, you show me once more
that I am not dead, that I own a soul
that my heart, though it aches… that my heart is still well.
Though it’s not my voice that which I hear
though it’s someone else who whispers to your ear
I can still believe, in silent, silent tears
it’s me who speaks.
One word, one solid, absolute word
and I am back at your door.
back at your doorstep, knocking to enter the world;
the world of all possible, the world of all mercies
the God who is a dreamer, this God of my own.
The comforter’s here…
One string, a single cry of the violin,
ot is all I need to come here
to surrender, free from my own beliefs.
Dive in refreshing and calm sea… let us dive in.
Confronted to the rest, confronted to what’s left.
Oh one word! the one right now being sung
A miracle happens here, a miracle indeed
deep inside of me… deep inside of me…
In truth and verity, in me.
No more pretensions, no more hip wisdom
No condemnation, oh no dissections, no complex thought
but a miracle, just a miracle,
all the while it’s being sung.
Miracle of your love, miracle of your voice
soft calling late at night, wooing back my mind;
back into peacefulness, back into light
such as my lamp dimly shining, letting me write that:
that which though not my words, and not my notes and not my song,
is nonetheless my very own love song.