Song

Song is the breath
of the spirit
that consecrates
the act of life

Ancient voices
touch our hearts
to beat in time
with eternity

Wise spirits
call our minds
to contemplate
present beauty

Eagles cry
as blossom falls
seeking the earth
and rebirth

Through the singer
the past whispers
to all souls
that love life

Music in the air
seeds the wind
that calls us
to remembrance

The singer hears
the artist sees
timelessness
in present things

All must pass
and we must learn
acceptance
is our love


Zettel 2005