PSALMS © 2008
Amidst trumpets, violins, and sacred harps,
The melodies weep notes of radiant birth,
In visionary symphonies, love still emerges,
In C and D major, as the spirit merges.
And I, in the splendour of the Lord, cry out with passion,
The awaited word, in a moment of intense emotion.
The fervour fills the air, and I no longer feel the soul heavy,
For it is the relief that now takes over my journey.
The hour approaches, like the bride in eager anticipation,
Waiting for dawn, in sweet expectation.
It is the word stripped of prejudices and certainties,
Lying down, in its own way, in peace and lightness.
Calmly, it rests in the lap of truth,
Ready to be shared with all humanity.