Crescendo Of Life

Life’s a crescendo of a musical note;
created in perfect harmony;
where God and his son join to emote;
life’s the eternal symphony.

The Maestro created an ode called humanity;
in his royal garden above;
rejection became; due to its vanity;
instead of an ode to love.

The music, he created; was in two parts;
one, above; and the other below.
A perfect blending of separate hearts;
intending its flower would grow.

The music become a life of its own;
with an ego out of control;
the Maestro gave it the earth on loan;
to enhance the growth of the soul.

Life’s music began with a cymbol crash;
all of its sound was a perfect blend;
the Son became victim to a prodigal’s lash;
a cross seemed to signal the end.

For a brief moment the music died;
it appeared the ode had ended;
from far and wide, all creation cried;
till the Son of Man ascended.

Music is the sound of all of creation;
it ebbs and flows for a reason;
life was written and scored for elevation;
death was only meant for a season.

Monty 4/3/23. # 1,512