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Jul 2014
The music begins with a
soft almost inaudible sound.
Soft as the breath of a baby
even and almost a whisper

Building to a quiet
but steady pump, pump
the sound goes on,
like a heart in pulse.

My spirit is lifted
to that of a bird on a perch
at the top of the nest..

The music takes a melody
swaying to and fro.
Like sailing a gentle sea
then with a buildup
of the sounds

My soul is lifted
I slight from this perch
wings are spread.
The wind adds a push!

Soaring to the music
with these imagined wings
Lost in the spirit of it all

I see a door that is open.
The music takes me
spiraling forward.
A magnificent pace!

The light from the door illuminates
so that it is round about me,
but far still.

The music has brought me here
in spirit.
The Joy, Kinship, Love.
Beyond words of this world!

For this time,
just a visit.
But someday
for all time!


© cat hodgson
Cathy E Hodgson
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Cathy E Hodgson
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