From The Poet’s Heart

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…

Dei Gratia,

Monty

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You came
down from your throne and

Stood at
my cottage door.

I was
singing all alone in a corner,

And the
melody caught your ear. You

Came
down and stood at my cottage door.

Masters
are many in your hall, and

Songs
are sung there at all hours. But

The simple
carol of this novice struck

At your
love. One plaintive little strain

Mingled
with the great music of the

World,
and with a flower for a prize you

came
down and stopped at my cottage

Door.

 

~Rabindranath
Tagore