A Line of Wefting Notes:  and He Pronounced It Good

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Perhaps since Christ first heard the blackbird’s song

And instantly pronounced it good, it stayed

For eons in its beauty, long and long

Its liquid loveliness, more like a braid

In Gabriel’s gold hair, equivalent

To melodies from Mendelssohn beyond

Wild Scottish waves and not ambivalent,

Magnificent in splendor like the blond

Archangel’s fugal, woven hair,

Where song and angel wings and waves of sea

Are unified and harmonized, a flare

Of composition like a symphony.

  Perhaps God heard this blackbird’s Eden tune

     Below the Tree of Living’s tress-like noon.

~ Phillip Whidden