The insects sing
Six weeks 'til frost
Late summer's heat
To autumn's gold
Majestic clouds o'ershadow
Waving fields of ripened grain
Song of longing ascends to heav'n
Floats serene in balmy air
Intensity mounting
Fervently chanting
In earnest petition
To our Father above
Then heavenly chorus shouts assurance
All is well--good news is ours
And affirmation is returned
The dream come true, enraptured
On wings of glory
Author notes
Inspired by the Brahms Double Concerto (orchestra, violin, cello), opus 102. The composer was a beacon of hope in the turbulent cultural life of Vienna.
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Remarkable, beautiful...I happen to minister in my nursing home I work in and will share Psalm 91, and it is about to be fall and harvest time and the number 9 in 2009 means harvest. So you also gave a message here, what obedience, Bravo,well done. Blessings.
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Psalm 91--yes! May the Lord sustain you as you minister in your nursing home!
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I really enjoyed it. I was out in a park earlier and this reminded me of all the crickets just pouring their little hearts out. And the end lines you have never cease to create quite effective reads.
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Thanks. The insects can remind us to listen to God's voice. In The Threshold of Twilight, my friend Fred's favorite book, the crickets talk together as they sing, and speak of many things.
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Wow..this is the beautiful and universal scenaio you creaed resulting with it the joy of the life ..very thought fully worded poetry..well done...
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Thank you. More so than with many of my poems, this one was inspired--I didn't plan it. Thanks be to God.
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