Friday, November 29, 2024

The heart's ears

The heart’s ears       
                                                                         
For a taste of Heaven, a sip of the raw proof,
settle under a spire where they sing
 
of pearly gates, the breath of flowers,
the holy fountain, amaranthine bowers,
 
your heart’s ears to hear and follow.
Miss not the chance in your Sunday suit
 
to scramble up the mountainside,
lift to your lips the waters of Union
 
as clearly and truly as might be
brought to this realm by human voices.
 
And if you cannot yet believe, o seeker,
tear at the obstructions stopping up 
 
your heart’s ears, the sort of
small-minded, literal logic and reasons
 
that doom the soul again and again
to the ancient rounds of birth and death.
 
O child of God, listen to both music and silence
with the same transcendent ears of the heart.




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