Music reverberates in my bones and butt

The picture accompanying this poem was chosen for the remarkable resemblance to the face of God.

Compelled by the sound of psalms sung

by souls unknowing of the work begun

on their behalf and mine and Love

by Him who lived only to die then Live again,

that what began will be completed. Amen.

So say it with me,

 

now is the time to Live. 

Author's Note

the spur of the moment, driven forward by the force of psalms sung by angels of every persuasion.

Reviews

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

its interesting that you would use that photograph..

I once painted that same picture.

[Emily B]

now is the time :)

compelling songs, sung so beautifully