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| Hymn Book |
No one knows why the flock flew away
the only chorus heard now is the cooing
of homing pigeons, carrying notes
between the sky and earthly world
once there were songs that lifted the rafters
the old piano could be heard from far away
people came to dance and clap their hands
rejoicing in the harmony of the day
perhaps, too many dreams died and faith
drifted away with each broken heart
the road to love too difficult to travel
the music too painful to hear
light still shines through the stained glass
warming the emptiness felt deep inside
there are hymns of life waiting to be sung
if only the shadows of darkness would cease
perhaps, a broken hallelujah, is better than none
written for The Sunday Muse
A broken hallelujah better than none ... breath caught in my throat.
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect ending, Tru!
ReplyDeleteI felt the same as Helen over that same line. This is a time of broken hallelujahs. This is a beautiful poem. As I read, I could see all the life the building had held, and thought the walls and floor and ceiling must hold all of those memories.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written True — loved the Leonard Cohen nod! 🙂✌🏼🕊❤️
ReplyDeleteSadly they left, although God never left them. But when people lose hope, lose faith, they drift.
ReplyDelete"a broken hallelujah, is better than none" - indeed.
ReplyDelete"light still shines": the hope continues despite the darkness as do the hymns waiting to be sung. Lovely, T.
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ReplyDeleteWow. This is powerful image Trudessa.
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Much💛love
A poignant poem that carried right inside the empty church. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous poetry Truedessa! You have captured a truth and loss so beautifully. I do hope that you are feeling better today my friend.
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