Music, Words, Epiphany

by Rev. Sam Trumbore, 11/25/94

The music of the strings it stirs the heart
Awakening mysterious new hope
Vibrations tickle nerves that none can chart
While cynicism tugs the mind's loose rope.

And suddenly words grasp the feeling tune
Which gives the melody broad shapes and forms
Up from the deepest vault arises quite soon
A tapestry of meaning changing norms

'Twas watered well this tiny seed of light
When bathed in sounds which summoned life's great spark.
No caustic defenses by threat of blight
Could harm it waiting silent in the dark.

Today is born fresh understanding clear
Yes love still visits humble places here.

Copyright (c) 1995 by Rev. Samuel A. Trumbore, All Rights Reserved