MOMENTS OF PEACE
Listen for the singing of the strings,
The precision of the percussion,
And the calling of the ivory.
In them you will hear threads of music,
Some brightly colored,
Dancing with joy and blessings.
Some in muted colors,
Reflective and healing.
Into a single fabric
Comfort, hope, and ecstatic joy.
As the music transitions without effort
Into a whole sky of rainbow promise,
One square grows into two,
And finally a warm enveloping quilt
And the knowledge that you are
and in the arms of Someone
bigger than you could have imagined.
Your heart has found its home,
Your tomorrow had found its reason.
By Jay E. Prall, 2009