"The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
Wordsworth--'The Solitary Reaper"


Music and Memories

With a frightened heart
beating through beatings
by a sinful world
and a tired spirit
worn and tattered
from heavy lifting
of burdens and trials,
the trembling soul
crawls weakly into itself
and begs the mind
to find sustanence.
Confused and overwhelmed,
crippled by too many voices
the besieged mind
searches frantically through the rubble
to find a spark, a light
way back beneath the stuff.
Rememberance,
flickering a beacon of welcome.
Come home.
God has provided your transport.
Music,
from your childhood
from days of deep sleeps and innocent play
from days of laughter and harmony
from days burden free and ever hopeful.
Listen and remember
"Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine..."
God's promise of forever love.
Hear the music from the mountains
that made you Daddy and Momma
tap their feet
and your big sister twirl.
Remember a family gathered
lifting voices sweet with love
to sing of a "Heavenly Home"
and an "Uncloudy Day"
and the "Amazing Grace" of God.
Eyes closed, mind open
brings Momma's sweet voice
through an open window in Heaven
singing "Whispering Hope".
Then Daddy's voice rings clear
"Life Is Like A Mountain Railroad."
The music carries memories
of times sweet and uncluttered.
Like "A Balm in Gilead"
it soothes the spirit and strengthens the soul,
enlightens the mind, and assures the heart
that The Creator provides love
in every moment,
joyous or tragic,
fearful or assured.
The love may come through memories
And the memories through music.






Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-03-15 at 22:08

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