Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Thursday 29 August 2013

8.25,26.13

Deep, long, these notes that
Resound through and beyond all time.
Can you hear it?
The chords, the cords,
Binding all the suns,
Weaving all that is -
No molecule untouched by its waves...
Pulsing sound waves
Igniting what wasn't.
Life bursts forth -
Explosions in the void.
Oratorio unparalleled,
Its energy generating light.
Music of terrifying beauty -
Sound so strong it could
Tear apart the universe,
Reverberating through souls in
Awesome gentleness.
Polyphony of all creation
Now singing back to
This richest of all noises.
My ears are deaf no more
To this, my Father's Voice.

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