Your Voice

Your voice is joy to me.  Your voice is more

Than joy.  Your voice is more than ecstasy.

Your voice is more than plainsong.  Let it pour

Through me as arias, as if the sea

Of love itself gushed glaringly in chords,

And notes, and more than melodies, in sweeps

A symphony would kill for.  Songs of lords

RARE: Inside the Carillon Room atop the Bok Tower

Bok Tower Gardens, tower carillon – YouTube

Of carillons, your voice; it causes leaps

Inside my chest as if my ribs were struck

By Christ himself, as if his holy fists

Heaved all my life with music thunderstruck,

That music which in me persists, persists.

  Both Gabriel and Lucifer would love

    To sing like you, but you are far above.

Singing is a lover’s thing.  ~ Saint Augustine

~ Phillip Whidden