There's been a schism; we've lost our rhythm. (it's what we used to rely on the world to supply) What's slowed our pace has nearly stopped our race. But hey, stay-at-home is not stuck alone. Turn up the volume, be inspired dial the inner music even higher. Let it lead you, even feed you. Feel the beat? Let me be concrete. Brass and woodwinds, oh the strings; soaring, skyward on heavenly wings wait, be still, in the listening land see for yourself what's taking your hand. beat-beat-beat, be bold, be B O L D flap-flap-flap, behold, be H O L D... Spirit on high, lift us up, let us fly! Gliding, soaring, windswept wings Far above all ordinary things Upward, onward, take us there Lift us into the glorious air Into, into what is best Rhythm of rhythm, and holy rest. lift-o-lift, to soar, to SOAR up-and-up, toward a distant shore Beat of beats, be bold, be BOLD flap of wings, take hold, please hold. Oh, friend rhythm, you've returned Power and might, you have restored Life blood, flow, engorge, imbue; Body and soul, it's you! A New
Posted on April 23, 2020, in art, coronavirus, culture, current events, Deeper Sensation, poetry and tagged music, orchestra, physical poetry, recovery, rhythm, saving grace. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.