Silence is a language of its own
But not one that many, without discipline, understand
Instead–music
The great mediator [the Christ come to reconcile us all]
When words fail us [spectacularly, too] there
remains music
The heart of man, the melody of immortality
An illustration untainted by history
Because there is a certain beauty in letting the
soul sing
The inconsolable fire
[Music feeds its heat]
The inconstancy of tears
[Music weeps with you]
The insidiousness of faith
[Music confronts our divinity]
The intolerable pain
[Music knows its source]
Yet, there is something more [something sinister? possibly] that reaches deep within
us
And bridges a broken past
With a bleak present
Still hoping for a better future
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Photo Credit: Elizabeth De Vris
