Chord of Harmony
Not heard
Until the quiet place is touched,
Sometimes suddenly and unexpectedly,
In the middle of a moment
As when a familiar chord is struck.
Slowly, steadily,
Gently but firmly,
Yet deeply known,
Letting the rhythm live,
That tells us we are not alone.
And which moves us in complete harmony,
Within and without,
Lifted and carried along,
Swept into delight of motion, or of rest,
Where silence and stillness may become,
Song the heart resonates with best.
maggie 2000
As we come to the end of this year of thought, discussion and discovery of poetry, I would like to say that I will take away many memories of poetry read in our tutorials and which I enjoyed so much listening to. Those two hours every week were like being on a mini vacation as far as the refreshment they gave, and the time to just be in a place that could be absorbed with no pressure. I have never had the pleasure of listening to anyone read poetry as I have heard it read by Prof. Kuin. It is a gift to have this sense of the rhythm and meaning in poetry, so that the voice lifts the words from the page and makes them live. Thank you for all those Monday mornings spent in this enjoyment.
I wish everyone in the class the very best in your future studies, and I also wish you moments of harmonic songs that resonate in the heart. God Bless.
Until the quiet place is touched,
Sometimes suddenly and unexpectedly,
In the middle of a moment
As when a familiar chord is struck.
Slowly, steadily,
Gently but firmly,
Yet deeply known,
Letting the rhythm live,
That tells us we are not alone.
And which moves us in complete harmony,
Within and without,
Lifted and carried along,
Swept into delight of motion, or of rest,
Where silence and stillness may become,
Song the heart resonates with best.
maggie 2000
As we come to the end of this year of thought, discussion and discovery of poetry, I would like to say that I will take away many memories of poetry read in our tutorials and which I enjoyed so much listening to. Those two hours every week were like being on a mini vacation as far as the refreshment they gave, and the time to just be in a place that could be absorbed with no pressure. I have never had the pleasure of listening to anyone read poetry as I have heard it read by Prof. Kuin. It is a gift to have this sense of the rhythm and meaning in poetry, so that the voice lifts the words from the page and makes them live. Thank you for all those Monday mornings spent in this enjoyment.
I wish everyone in the class the very best in your future studies, and I also wish you moments of harmonic songs that resonate in the heart. God Bless.
posted by maggiesong at 5:45 PM
1 Comments:
Ladies: Thank you for your kind comments. Glad you enjoyed the words. I wish you both the best in your future studies too!
Dayzak, I didn't think about 'energy' one might feel when reading this poem. Interesting thought. I remember when I wrote this, I was thinking about those moments when there is a sudden surprise at feeling at one with the whole of creation, and that I could only describe by thinking about a chord of music - the perfect blending of sounds. The sound of silence is where I had to end however, because in the silence there is nothing but the heart like a steady drumbeat. It fascinates me that we say we hear the sound of the heart beating, and yet, we don't.
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