SIMPLE THINGS (Series #2 Music)
The response of a sweetly-toned heart
beating to the sounds of music
that are woven and strung together
like lyrical dreams of motion
carried upon roads of brokenness and recovery,
confusion and the suspense of discovery,
mending one’s deeply held despair
with hope, vision, and fortitude,
with the willingness to receive
what shame would never allow you to have,
realizing your song of grace can still be heard,
that melodious story that is singing you,
and encouragingly sung through the eyes
of a stranger or friend
whose loving hands reach out toward you
to play the notes of your heart-strings once again,
and massage the soothing oil of your forgotten song
tenderly and deeply back into your soul,
holding you in quiet repose
and arousing an epidemic of strength and confidence;
lighting a fire of determination,
an unwavering will to carry on
toward the promise held within every fiber of your being
that you will know and find your time to rise,
As the simple beat of a steady drum
plays a rhythm to your feet,
a strong pulse to your blood,
and forcing your breath
to be the wind behind your flight.
Leaves will fall from the vines of all sorrow,
Warm breezes will coax a smile of joy
you thought irretrievable.
Such is the gift and urging whisper
of music, harmony, and friendship,
easing the tension of resistance,
melting your frozen postures of fear
and the angry voices of blame.
As you listen to the brief étude of gentle rain
tapping onto a glass still lake
you experience the free and simple symphony
of life’s renewal and refreshment,
so easily forgotten but always near
to those who listen with a grateful and open heart.
-TruGuy Starhorse Jan. 24, 2024
