Sunday, March 3, 2019

The ancient song

The ancient song                                                                                       

Let him step to the music which he hears,
said Thoreau.  However measured or far away.

Music which leads the soul homeward –
God’s drumbeat into chosen ears.  

Becoming tricky then, two rhythms
competing in an open field

for the souls of a few lovers  
who misstep, lose stride,

turning aside from the wide path
to the winding narrows, able no longer

to keep the world’s tempo nor dance to its tune.
A faint song at first, growing inescapable –

when God starts drumming up business
to serve One, abandon all, another wave of lovers 

struggling to keep pace, leave in the dust
the world’s throng and cadence. 

O child of God, there’s no hope for you –
enchanted forevermore by the ancient song of Meher.

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