The Song Remains

Voices gather at the front of the sanctuary
longing to lift a harmony pleasing to the gods.

They sing of kingdoms and realms yet to be
and how praise can be lifted to the heavens.

The choir stands firmly on earth slightly circled
around one who waves a rhythm in the air.

One voice cracks on the downbeat following a rest
and others smile through their notes.

The song constructed from the movement of air
remains floating upward through the roof to the skies.

Dance and Song

The poet writes 
of a secret subtle awareness
as if there is a pairing 
of a quietly playing child 
with some about to be revealed 
divine and human connection
dancing between 
the carefully stacked blocks 
of time and space.

At some point 
the distance between finitude
and the infinite became small.
Onlookers watched in amazement
as a single bird appeared in the morning
alighting on a branch
against the blue sky
singing a simple song
welcoming the sun.