and The Sound Of Your Voice!

I HUNGER FOR YOUR MUSIC

I awakened early,

and all seemed still asleep.

A cup of tea,

a wicker chair,

a sunporch just for me. . .

but I was not alone,

you, too, were there.

I hungered for your music,

heard when we’re alone.

You never disappoint!

I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze

the creaking of the porch door,

the singing of a bird high in the tree.

Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops

of moving water in the rivulet nearby

and they mirrored myown

tears of thankfulness and joy.

Soon the day would grow busy

and the gentle sounds of your gifts,

your voice,

would be lost in the confusion

and distress.

But in the din I will close my eyes

for just a moment

so that once more

I can hear your music.

It is well.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2018

 

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