From Everlasting to Everlasting
The clearest tenor note from man or brass
Bell shape extended speaks now through the heart.
It doesn’t matter if there is no mass
For it to fit into or there’s no part
For it in harmonies or choir. The note
Itself is why Jehovah’s cosmos came
To have its meaning and is why stars float
In blackness limitless. There is no shame
In any tone as utter as this sound
That peals across the emptiness. The chest
Transmits it, decibels of colors found
In unknown stellar frequencies, the best
That nebulae and supernovae hope
To intimate. It is creation’s scope.