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Contentment sitting on faces of elderly chorus members,
Totaling measures of years, placing them in songs ofyesteryear.Fulfilling empty spaces of loneliness with momentary joy.
Sorrowfully I assist in grief, holding hands, cupping tears as they slide continuously down expressions of sorrow.
Striding along walkways of future years, I hold on to precious images in subconscious hallways, awaiting beautiful artwork covered in glistening tears.
Swaying with unfelt emotion pulling at my heartstrings,
Tallying up pretenses of imagination’s focus, weavingthem into magical patterns, catching sunlight in prismsof crystals and affixing them to cacti in desert gardensabove.
Switching tunes in the middle of life,
God has opened up, allowing gifts andinnate talent to be spread throughoutthe world.Safely following paths He has preparedfor me alone, giving praise to Himthrough poetry and song.
Facets of learning are fascinating to say the least, insofar
Becoming coiled inside a brain, slowly unraveling in time with interior rhythms.Beckoning notes to join in and be composed into artistic etudes, sonatas and symphonies – all in generous supplies of beautifulgrace.Held forgivenly in hearts, life sets itself aside and watches with intense curiosity all the time.