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Be My Song

Be my song in air
percussion next to ear
fluting whistle
through the cave

lavender fields will chant
in strings sweeping splendor
over star grass and Prairie smoke,
a blanket of seneca root

hold fast the dusk
your brassy call to heart,
voice that seers
through dreams, the purple
trumpet of your grace

when breezes pass
in orchestral hues
I, alert to your call
will ever praise
Your voice in air.

In a list

nothing more obvious of God than the invisible air~

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  • Rclane gold member
    April 2, 2008
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    Nicely done...I love these lines "when breezes pass
    in orchestral hues"


  • Sprite silver member
    March 30, 2008

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    Wow, this is so beautiful. You always have had an ability to shake out beauty from your heart to your fingertips. I like the second stanza the best. I see HE is still holding your heart.

    Love, Joyce


  • suseann
    March 29, 2008

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    Beautiful related sentiments in verse to match a lovely background also.And I hear and must agree with that unseen gift of creation bestowed on us,"the air". It moves the mind and soul in many ways.As does this exquisite piece.


  • Ladybug
    March 29, 2008

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    a simple praise of our Lord in midst of lilac's and tulips I see while reading your piece.
    good to see you writing again

    Tamara