To follow a heart beat
A murmur
Of beauty
To live like there is a tomorrow
And a day after that
Forever
To cling to a hope
Incandescent
And fully
To realize a passion
That calls me back home
To discover perfection
And bask in its glory
Living a dream that comes not
From myself
Singing the tune
Without words
Yet a story
That’s been sung
By the Angels before time began
I find myself walking
A path much less taken
Following music
That no one can hear
Strangers, they stare
And mock at my dancing
Missing the beat of the drums
That do call
The righteous
Made pure by the blood of
Atonement
To be where we always belonged
And sorrows fall quiet
Pain silenced
Fear drowned
As light
Not from the sun
Warms my face
I am crowned
An heir to fulfillment
Of the thing only dreamed
In the world made of shadows
In the cool breath of night
Finally surfacing
Gleaming
And at last I have sight
Of the gift that was given
Of the thing in my grasp
And I hear music again
Different and deep:
A voice saying
“Well done
My good, faithful servant.
Well done.”
And I rest.
