wherever you go
Now I understand that there are two melodies playing,
one below the other, one easier to hear, the other
lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard
yet always present.
When all other things seem lively and real,
this one fades. Yet the notes of it
touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound
of the names laid over each child at birth.
I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.
If the truth of our lives is what it is playing,
the telling is so soft
that this mortal time, this irrevocable change,
becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again
to hear the second music.
I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds.
All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart.
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The Second Music by Annie Lighthart
God is my presence of mind
My anger
My passion
My resistance
God is my breathe
My movement
My flow
God is my present circumstance
My living
My future
My past
God is my water
My fire
My earth
My loving
My glory
My holy
God is my music
My melody
My harmony
My song
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