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Listen to the Music
The song emitting from my life comes from within.
If you think it may be beautiful or touching,
Look not to me, for I am only a hole
In the flute within the hands of God.
His breath moves through this instrument.
Listen to the music.
When enjoying the works of a favorite artist,
We do not marvel at the tool in his hand.
No, the inspiration is in the creator,
Flowing out through his instrument.
If it is in tune, the sounds will be pleasing.
Listen to the music.
Sufi master Hafiz in the 14th century,
Expressed this thought originally.
I allow the Christ of God to flow through me,
Bringing to you this poem of submission,
For I can do nothing apart from my Master.
Listen to the music.
Whenever the music becomes only annoying noise,
You may be sure that in my arrogance, I moved on my own.
I sought to revel in the praises of this world,
Now out of tune with the universal soul of God.
But He guides me back, and once again He plays His song.
Listen to the music.
26Apr08
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