Calling His Song
How can such music begin to play sweet,
like a lullaby that enters in dance from a far street?
Then, comes a season, like a time long ago
as 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 the heavens above God’s rarefied air.
Hush, hear the music; the notes playing sweet,
a lullaby enters like a dance from a far street.
Heart, be soft- like the mist in God’s Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there
swept from the heavens in God’s rarefied air
Calling His song, The Spirit’s Holy Dove
There, from the heavens, in Love’s dive from above.
© 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.”
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