I sit and listen to the strings of love

expressing the adoration of the cosmos —

must be notes from those who know God above,

those who fly most freely – the heavenly host.

While the notes and bars and symphonic sections,

do lift me to a place beyond this earth,

it is the intimacy of the Divine that beckons

me to linger for awhile in this place of birth,

for surely, that which beckons me beyond

is the source, the energy, the very fabric

of all things in heaven and earth so fond.

What irony that we think we need to pick

between the two, when the two are really one

shown and known for all in God’s precious Son.