Poem For Treasa (Hallelujah)



It is the movement of the breath

that makes the words sing.

It is a breezy wind moving
waves of vowels

flowing, skittering,  crashing
against rocky craggy walls

of consonants.

It is the breath

moving upward through the body
tingling and ringing through the throat strings

guided, blocked and shaped
by tongue and teeth and lips.

It is a sound vibrating, resounding, echoing
in the cavern of the mouth,

sometimes gurgling and roaring
up through the throat,

sometimes
humming in the nose.

It is the breath
that makes the words sing,

or is it the other way around?

perhaps it is the possibility
of myth and wonder

within our lonely human souls,

that brings the breath together
within the harmony of song,

and we sing and sing,
because we can,

my God we sing,  
and laugh and cry
and try to dance

and sound the message out.

The words touch us
cascading through our minds,

and we in turn reach out again,
reaching, always reaching, and yes,
by the Grace of God,  we're always reaching

to touch the common soul.

trying to bring the world together,
knowing, because we've heard it sung,

we need not be alone.

Hallelujah.