To the Highest Mountains

musicallove

A breathe-
snatchingly
sublime

lyrical climb.
Its melodious
branches
touching.

Its
limbs
tenderly

miraculously
enlivening
broken or curved
spines.

Causes tears to weave
heart’s canals

floating forth on
sorrow’s song–

multi-faceted tones
blended
harmonious;
strong.

O how the baby birds
mimick
a parent’s strum

on hope’s chords
brought by cruelty’s
long run.

Stress-laden
lids
wonderously raised

as shoulder-to-shoulder
many lend hands

to hoist or reach
blue moons
in hopeful
unity.

The is how
mystically
music expands:

We jointly seek out
paradisaic lands
on which to crawl
then ultimately stand

escaping
rising red rivers
bleeding
into

agitated seas
of man-made
disbelievers
hardened

through life
and its burdensome
demands.

What can we do?

Continue to let
praises resound.

Lift up
with our voices
directed

heaven bound.

This is one way
joyously
to renew.

mountain mist
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