Sunrise and Evenings Far
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The sovereign we call music comes and goes,
And hovers. Transient each note and chord
Floats through us momently. Song’s soul then snows
To silence. Music is a wavy ford
We cross to sacred realms so then we float
Away from workday wobbles to the space
Of mind eternal as though in the boat
On seas like Galilee with Jesus’ face
Asleep through all our storms but speaking when
He wakes and charges peace and beauty on
The waves of silence. Music-less his men
Now find their footing on calm waves like dawn.
The rainbow does not disappear but stays
Because of compositions’ rhythmed rays.
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