The Song Of Life
Life is pure music to the Master’s ears;
its sonata is beauty without rival;
with the thunder of cymbols life appears;
its a symphony, called a life cycle.
Music lends its sound to the beauty of creation;
without it; life is but a stoic picture;
a creation of sounds lends appropriate elevation;
the appearance of notes of scripture.
Music blended all of its notes into a word;
giving life’s song meaning and purpose;
blending the lifetimes; to be seen and heard;
the music of love; neath the surface.
Man and woman became blended as one;
both sonata and cantata, together;
the song of life to be beautifully sung;
a magnificense to last forever;
A crescendo rising; and decrescendo falling;
life maintained its ebb and flow;
in the music, life could hear God calling;
the conductor commanding it grow.
God’s song of life would go on forever;
till life, itself, ran out of breath;
the Master kept the orchestra together;
with a period of rest; called death.
Death was life’s season of intermission;
life’s curtain would suddenly descend;
but death, was only a period of transition;
the song of life; a world without end;
Monty 12/10/24. # 2,501