Poetry has a way of working deep, interpreting the language of the soul. In many ways, prayer is a form of freestyle poetry, as is song. A life-lived in honesty is visual poetry, containing all the beauty and ash of life. While I was reading this morning, the following verse became a translator of the heart. I sense and see in it's words how the song of our life, whether well-sung, or not, caught God's ear, it's melody drew Him, and He came near…breathe and read…
down from your throne and
my cottage door.
singing all alone in a corner,
melody caught your ear. You
down and stood at my cottage door.
are many in your hall, and
are sung there at all hours. But
carol of this novice struck
love. One plaintive little strain
with the great music of the
and with a flower for a prize you
down and stopped at my cottage