Why, how- can such music begin to play sweet;
as a lullaby that enters in a dance from far street.
Then comes a season, like a time from ago.
Windswept horizons come forward – they know.
Notes play alone, they enter from afar.
Then sounds a caller, like a bird from a star.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there,
swept from heavens above, in God’s rarefied air.
Hush, hear the music, such notes playing sweet;
a lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Heart, be soft- like the mist in God’s Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Daniel 7:13 -“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.”