Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
442 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
442 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
442 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
302 reads
5 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
302 reads
5 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
302 reads
5 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
302 reads
5 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
21st Mar 2024 9:26am
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
302 reads
5 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
There was a Bristling in the Air
It was palpable in palaces and in hovels
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
#hope
#inspirational
#Christian #healing
#Christian #healing
545 reads
9 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
There was a Bristling in the Air
It was palpable in palaces and in hovels
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
#hope
#inspirational
#Christian #healing
#Christian #healing
545 reads
9 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
There was a Bristling in the Air
It was palpable in palaces and in hovels
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
#hope
#inspirational
#Christian #healing
#Christian #healing
545 reads
9 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
25th Dec 2021 12:21pm
There was a Bristling in the Air
It was palpable in palaces and in hovels
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
unnamed, expected but by a few
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt
looked up and saw a sky ablaze
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.
A child was born, a revolution had begun.
#hope
#inspirational
#Christian #healing
#Christian #healing
545 reads
9 Comments
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