Hear the sound of creation

            —for grace

My right ear stumbles to hear,

to hear the world,

it hears another song,

of the sea foam

bursting

of crickets on a moonless night

of a lost signal on the dark ocean

of invisble errant light

of mystery in its own key

descending through my vocal chords

to nest in my heart

waiting for the morning star

to arise from the depths

of the sacrum

Hear the heart of creation!

Its belly plays deep chords

deep chords deep chords…

in my own heart,

hearth of love

Hear. Hear. Hear the sound of creation!

ecoutez plus encore

et de nouveau

et de nouveau

la chanson du mystère

la chanson du mystère

                    —Lorena