Fugue

April 21, 2011

A fugue in the trees:
redbird echoes redbird while
two sparrows chip in.

Let the music play.

Let the music that you hear dig around the ground where you are rooted, loosen the ties that bind you to the been and bring you to the be.

Let the music that loves you lift you in its arms, hold you like a tender flower of this noteworthy now.

Let the music that moves you remove the tick of the tock and slow-dance you back to the beat that dances in your heart.

Let the music that sends you transplant you to this place where grace and goodness grow.

Let the music play.