When something shifts
And lifts the burden,
We turn a corner
That always was right there,
See that faint trace
Of grace, so sweetly gifted.

And when the pain,
Again begins to roar
Its self-perpetuating drama,
We simply laugh,
And let the music run
Abundantly.

For this song’s old,
A golden melody
But limited.
And sparkling through the openings
Between the notes
Are motes of wonder.

Songs of Renewal, July 2025