flowing soft deep within me also flows
deep within you. Press your ear to my chest.
This hymn you hear, ancient rhythm like slow-
motion thrust of angels’ wings, constant quest
for a higher heaven, lifts me to you
and to all, although I seem not to move.
This hymn, when you rise from me, rises too,
vibrates throughout air, mirrors wind. Oh, love,
this hymn you hear and carry with you makes
earth’s slightest quiver a chorus of praise
for every second of sight, breath we take,
each true sense renewing us through our days
as we wander and wonder why. This hymn
we hear once more fills and heals heart’s chasm.
Roger Armbrust
June 27, 2010
