The Holiest of All Desires

Open souls find healing
And the closed begin to bloom
To the sound of music
Played well into the night

The sky is aglow with ambient light
Falling drops of rain on the pavement
Paint the scene where I stand
And all feels right in the world

The daring come out on nights like this
Seeking the holiest of all desires
Happiness that lasts! I call it joy.

Our musicians invoke the spirit of Saint Coltrane
And the poets, Saint Kerouac.
As for me, I listen, and receive benediction.
Slow, soft, sweet benediction.

The rain descends slowly
Cleanses me thoroughly
The flowers in bloom
Open themselves to the rain’s soft caress
And in the din of the music I can hear God
He’s saying “Drink deep, this is for you.”