THE MUSIC OF GOD

The music of God came to me

As I turned around the curve

And found the ghostly shadow

Of a tattered banner still hanging high

But silent and grey and frozen and faded

Not flying full of hope against the sky

No; a lonely bird that no longer can fly

And that’s when and why

My eyes filled with tears

And all my strength left me

Like an army of trembling hands

Like an army of wobbly knees

I knew how big was this defeat

And that’s when I wished to die

I simply wished to cease to be

I did not wish to see

The others marching by

To their captivity

I did not wish to hear

The enemy’s armies’ shouts of victory

And as I died in little bits

The music of God came to me

And ever so softly

Wrapped my thorn from war body

In a blanket of gentle words

A symphony

That spoke of flowers blooming and children laughing

That smelled like the fresh sunny meadows

By the sea

Not like gunpowder and human waste

And misery

Like a little baby

I let the music to rock me

It picked me up from the battleground

In this blanket of soft words

And sweet sounds

Erasing the stains of blood

Washing me

They are “seeds of new life” they sang to me

And I allowed

The music of God

To put my parts back together

For they were all over and I scared

I was like that banner all tattered

And I let the colors

No longer grey

To lullaby me to sleep and rest

Even with my failed tests

And enormous defeat

And to say the least

I let the music of God

Simply to love me