Visited by Awe
Our
sleep, by wonder’s joy, is cracked.
We wake from apathy.
Our souls surprised find what they lacked
One moment sets us free.
With shortened breath and deepened sigh
Time stands as still as stone.
In silence past and future lie
This moment stands alone.
To will it does not make it so,
We cannot force, form awe.
It falls from heav’n to us below
Unbidden, without flaw.
Yet when it falls, it is not missed
We halt mid-step, mid-air.
Our weary hearts by awe are kissed
Life beats in accents fair.
When years unheeded, seem to turn
As spinning spokes on wheels,
In bated hope await and yearn,
Awe comes, the soul will heal.
Renée
Miller 3/19/03
Copyright ©2003 Renée Miller
Text
written and read by Renée Miller.
Music, "My Life Creator," composed
and performed by Thomas Pavlechko.
Text Copyright ©2003 Renée Miller.
Music Copyright ©2003
Selah Publishing.
Used
courtesy of Selah
Publishing.
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