The greatest moment of Joy in life is when the believer arrives at his or her Destination. |
The times of life are often rough, they wear upon our hope of heart, We reach for goals so truly tough and wonder when the joy will start. The job may end, the love knows strain, we cry from morning, until late, When ask for sun, but know just rain, we wait for hope at later date. The music sounds in mournful tone, bassoon complains and drums do beat, But when the heart knows just a groan, the whisper comes with hope replete. These minor keys will they relent to bring some joyous tones to hear? My waiting heart fore'er is bent to hopeful score, so true and clear. To work so late so many nights I work on thoughts my mind creates, For hope to give, to lift to heights some soul made sad, relief awaits. Conductors rare, who know the score, may seek for song, that one right piece, To make all ears the notes adore and search for hope that would release. In life we know some happy days, we know some days of dark clouds, too, When sit and wonder, heart dismays at hope, that's filled with color, blue. That Bach, the organ's patron saint would share his kindly note as gift, Doth give me hope beyond complaint at homage music, heart to lift. "What doth he?" seeks thy queried heart, "Just this," my hopeful heart insists, "The third is raised in final part as minor song in strength resists." The French know thirds of Picardy as hope's strong arrow at the last, The ones, who know The Christ will see the Light of Home, when dark is past. Let Hope be known on daily path as sun upon horizon's range, For music minor sadness hath and major chord at end seems strange. Yet, those who know, that's life full Light is seen on Breath's Last Fleeting Bed, Can know the Hope, that's Blissful Bright, and walk that Door, not knowing dread. by Jay O'Toole on January 12, 2017 |