Soul finding God in the music, the reflection of stained glass, the awe of nature. |
Please check the link immediately below the poem for a sound recording with music by jedimuse@writing.com. The Veil Something about the music, the deep cello vibrating in my bones, or perhaps it was the polished ribcage of old growth trees holding the roof in an arrow to heaven, or maybe it was the morning sunlight flickering through stained glass windows, dancing rainbows on the backs of unknowing parishioners. But for one moment in this beautiful place I felt the veil thinning, a translucent membrane between my own home and my soul's destination. The veil between our busy world and the one that rests so silently, so patiently, beneath our soul’s heart, waiting for us to realize it is there. Perhaps, the way to our soul and to God, is not through the mind, but through our senses. I vowed to remember this moment as I whispered a silent “thank you.” Later, as the service ended and the cacophony of shuffles brought me back to the present, I reluctantly allowed my mind to take over the helm. But somewhere in my soul’s ear, I could still hear the music. SWPoet 12-9-11 To hear this read aloud out to Music, please check my new collaboration with Jerry Cobbs at the following link. (Updated 7-25-17) https://soundcloud.com/jerry-cobbs/prayer-songthe-veil Poem inspired by St. Francis of Assisi and a book by Ian Morgan Cron called Chasing Francis. I highly recommend it for those seeking God in nature, art, and also those who find themselves in mid-life questioning their job future, their faith, and wondering if they had been chasing bells and whistles while their soul longed for nature and truth. Link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chasing-francis-ian-m-cron/1111561687 |