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Voices from a Choir of Stars





They sounded like living rain.
They danced like crystals of a
broken moon upon the lake,
and fluttered soft
as the thread
of wind
coiled in my hair.

They were pious as priests,
raucous as gypsies,

and with words from
another world,
their lyrics scattered me
everywhere,
to recreate me
here,
and they said:

You don't need to weep with remorse.
You don't need to say anything special
to be heard.
You just have to want it,
to be in it,
to allow it to love the
wandering proverb that you are . . .

So now I travel,
light year
after light year,
condensed in
my holy now,

through a tumble of new questions,
through a foam of knowing,
through a blizzard of their
sputtering, blinding
lives.

Is there truly no end?
And where are we going?

And I'm sure I heard:
You know you've arrived
when Forever is here,
when the music of
the spheres
is your brazen heart
spilling,

and there is no space
between you
and God's voice
in a choir of stars.

Patricia Joan Jones








 

 

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