Musings by The Poet Loriet
Promise Of Peace
Embraced
by the gentle glow of candlelight,
we sway arm in arm,
basking in fellowship,
the comforting touch
of another human being.
Our voices
unified, sing,
"Jesus, Jesus,
can I tell you how I feel?
You have given me your spirit,
and I love you so."
There's a peace
interwoven through
the graceful air.
I cry silent tears,
feeling residual moisture
cling to my eyelashes,
my cheeks--
overwhelmed by
this moment's beauty.
I listen to my thoughts
with an open mind
as the other voices fade,
leaving merely a whisper
lingering, singing a duet
with my own small voice--
a whisper that crescendos,
filling the room
with awe-inspiring glory.
Incredulously, I look around,
nudging the girl next to me,
"Did you hear that?"
She shakes her head quizzingly,
resuming her singing
with a telltale shrug.
I sing too,
powerless to stop,
wanting to feel and remember
everything about this moment,
sensing the surreal--
knowing that never again
will my voice be so pure,
like a songbird.
Is that you, God?
It's me...Lori.
Wait, don't leave...
Why...
Why did you speak
to ME?!
The voice
faded
leaving answers
waiting
to be discovered
in the
silence.
Lori Beal
by the gentle glow of candlelight,
we sway arm in arm,
basking in fellowship,
the comforting touch
of another human being.
Our voices
unified, sing,
"Jesus, Jesus,
can I tell you how I feel?
You have given me your spirit,
and I love you so."
There's a peace
interwoven through
the graceful air.
I cry silent tears,
feeling residual moisture
cling to my eyelashes,
my cheeks--
overwhelmed by
this moment's beauty.
I listen to my thoughts
with an open mind
as the other voices fade,
leaving merely a whisper
lingering, singing a duet
with my own small voice--
a whisper that crescendos,
filling the room
with awe-inspiring glory.
Incredulously, I look around,
nudging the girl next to me,
"Did you hear that?"
She shakes her head quizzingly,
resuming her singing
with a telltale shrug.
I sing too,
powerless to stop,
wanting to feel and remember
everything about this moment,
sensing the surreal--
knowing that never again
will my voice be so pure,
like a songbird.
Is that you, God?
It's me...Lori.
Wait, don't leave...
Why...
Why did you speak
to ME?!
The voice
faded
leaving answers
waiting
to be discovered
in the
silence.
Lori Beal
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Promise Of Peace
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