Life's A Symphony

Cymbals clash, signaling the birth;
as the symphony, called life, begins;
the orchestra hovered, above the earth;
and the heavenly music descends.

The thoughts of life were sounded above;
its fragrant scents, descended below;
Eden was the garden of power and love;
earth; where man was destined to go.

The Master planned a symphonic creation;
each life was a musical instrument;
thought had found reason for celebration;
each being of thought; a light filament.

For all words and metaphors ever included,
are illusions of all things, thought;
words became flesh, is to what they alluded;
indications of what God wrought.

Life’s symphony is not a physical orchestration;
though God is conductor of thought;
all mind’s pictures help give illustration;
of the beauty, the Master wrought.

This symphonic creation involves all the arts;
painting, and music; just two choices;
and the Master’s choir, sings all their parts;
for the Master has perfected their voices.

God said, “Well done” to each performing musician;
all there, when the performance began;
then, after death intercedes, with intermission;
God will conduct life’s orchestra, again.