A SONG OF TIME

Take up a pen for the time has come
After years of change and pain
Your shadow falls across my soul
In a world beyond time.
Do not fear the merciless discord
But seek your rhythms once again
For God's voice sings faintly on a distant breeze
In a song that has not changed itself

Music holds the message of the final mystery;
The eternity from which all being comes.
Completed melodies don't belong in an incomplete world.
Our songs have always changed themselves
And lyrics gather in the corners of my mind.
Even dim and dusty harmonies,
Contain all the wisdom we can ever need.
They give me the liberty to be
Or not to be, if that is my question.