Sunday, December 7, 2014
Air upon a strung string
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxZbVwrGOrc
Somewhere in the world virtuoso
fingers
dance upon stretched
string,
string strung upon neck of
wood.
Would you listen to it.
Somewhere in the world craftsman
fingers
carve upon some shapening piece so
peace
reigns upon a great grand old hall,
if only for a moment,
all
ears and eyes are trained upon
artisan
person pulling passion out of
string strung on
wood.
Would you hear it if you
could
not that you should
of course.
Coarse
wood sawn from spruce still
produce
sublime sound to
astound our attentive eyes and ears;
fears
fade as rapt attention in
suspension of all stress while all the
rest
is strung upon the tender breast of
humankind.
Behind
the finery and excellence you see rugged old
tree
whose seed was slung upon an earthen floor
for
Creator God to raise a tree, as
He
will yet raise you and me
and stretch us upon his neck of time,
fine
as gutty string doth
bring
music to our heart and mind.
Surely we all will someday shine
fine
in God's good time.
Glass half-Full
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