I shall sing to Yahweh all my life, make music for my God...
Psalm 104:33
A small, wooden flute,
an empty, hollow reed,
rests in her silent hand.
It awaits the breath
of one who creates song
through its open form.
My often-empty life
rests in the hand of God;
like the hollowed flute,
it yearns for the melody
which only Breath can give.
The small, wooden flute and I,
we need the one who breathes,
we await one who makes melody.
And the one whose touch creates,
awaits our empty, ordinary forms,
so that the song-starved world
may be fed with golden melodies.
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