SABBATH SONG

 

On the resting day, I clear my thoughts
One by one, by two by two --
Until clear wind winds, passing, through
and I float free from furlèd knots
That keep me fastened weeklong through.

And sitting still, no perturbation,
I am able to hear the music ring --
the unfettered angels' voices, sing
Of peace on promised paths yet taken
For seven blissful seconds I solo sing.

My voice is joined to theirs, a'-blended
The harmony! -- richly timbral tones
yea, youthful yet yearning euphones
And the blend blows as (blatant!) intended
for my chords were christened for thee alone --

These soaring, sure, symphonic euphones.

 

---jrw 4:49pm
3-16-96