Almsgiver

There is only one path to heaven. On earth, we call it love. - Thoreau

fingers flying

lies dying

demons crying

forget yesterday

don't worry about tomorrow

mustn't even fret today

dancing in the clouds, as sweet music kneels to pray

trusting a truehearted syncopation to know the way

fashioning a precious, harmonious eternity out of mere hardened clay

turn up the volume

crank up the heat

kiss me my love

hug me my sweet

lead me where you will

'pon heaven's golden, liquid street

a treacly, blessed, divine retreat

yes

that is where we shall meet

where angels separate chaff from wheat

at long last complete

hell will freeze over and shiver

faith will deliver

both up and downriver

for euphony's diligent, harmonious, dancing, mellisonant almsgiver

Author's Note

"A thrumming of piano-strings beyond the gardens and through the elms. At length the melody steals into my being. I know not when it began to occupy me. By some fortunate coincidence of thought or circumstance I am attuned to the universe, I am fitted to hear, my being moves in a sphere of melody, my fancy and imagination are excited to an inconceivable degree. This is no longer the dull earth on which I stood." - Thoreu

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

All we need is love and of course music. When I read your lines Pete I heard the tinkling of the ivories playing a beautiful harmonious melody. I particularly enjoyed reading and pondering on your second stanza. Some great lines in this piece. Have a great Tuesday.

Chris

[Pete]

nice share. thanks chris. will do and you too ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

If we just believe and let things play out, they will be okay.

We do fret so much about tomorrow that we just skip all the good emotions we could feel today.
We need as the Grassroots sang "let's live for today."

[Pete]

indeed. we can be our own worst enemies, robbing ourselves of now. great classic song you mention. good wishes your way j. ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

A piano plays gently like the Wind through the Arms of Heavens clouds… the strings of a Violin accompany with Sweet Soprano… as though the Thunder rolls and Seagulls float endlessly above the Waves of Eternity. tenderly, Pat

[Pete]

even your comments are poetic. i love it. thank you pat ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Awwww… thanks, Pete .. blue sky and white clouds today… where Angels Abide. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

Thus poem is beautifully crafted
in lovely poetic verse..I like the rhyme
so many great lines I especially like
that is where we shall meet
where angels separate chaff from wheat
at long last complete

Re author's: notes .. music is harmony
within our soul a vibration in tuned
with the universe..
Nice work Pete

[Pete]

thank you fran. keep a song in your heart ... :)