(¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) THE CORDS, WITHIN (for Billy Charles Root) Listen to the cords inside you They will not let you down You’ve known them forever, you have But forgot along with the Face of Heaven all you begot Deserving of such divine blessings Laid dormant at the moment of crimson birth But you see, life got in the way Silenced the song within Whose path is ingrained Beneath your mortal clay Holy Mantra! Even the ocean’s waves cannot deny In the flight of a soaring Hawk Breaking sound to kiss the sky This my friend, you’ve known Written in the universe A poetic, sonnet-moan Wept beneath its tender skin Its distant, aching tone Listen to the cords inside you For the player behind the keys? Well that’s the fingers of God . . . Copyright 2014 ♥ Susan Joyner-Stumpf (¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨)
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 01:21:58 +0000