Dynamic is the melody;
a bruised life;
frustrated forgiveness –
the empty side of grief.
The melody reaches for a resolution.
Like dry tears that lock up a grieving heart.
The melody is chained.
It struggles to flow;
to find wings beyond itself;
to be found by the enigmatic glow.
By beat and roar heaved towards foe,
the voice resolves,
its freedom aided by the simplest groan.
Answered by way of the smallest tone.
By grace it slows,
and
by these commanding whispers,
it soars above its woe.
‘Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.’
– (Paul, Romans, 8:26)
(RL2016)
Words and music are my own.
