Voices from a Choir of Stars

 

They sounded like living rain.

They danced like crystals of a 

broken moon upon the lake,

and fluttered soft 

as the thread

of wind 

coiled in my hair.

 

They were pious as priests,

raucous as gypsies,

 

and with words from

another world,

their lyrics scattered me

everywhere,

to recreate me

here,

and they said:

 

You don't need to weep with remorse.

You don't need to say anything special

to be heard.

You just have to want it,

to be in it,

to allow it to love the

wandering proverb that you are . . .

 

So now I travel,

light year

after light year,

condensed in 

my holy now,

 

through a tumble of new questions,

through a foam of knowing,

through a blizzard of their 

sputtering, blinding 

lives.

 

Is there truly no end?

And where are we going?

 

And I'm sure I heard:

You know you've arrived

when Forever is here,

when the music of

the spheres 

is your brazen heart

spilling,

 

and there is no space

between you

and God's voice

in a choir of stars.

 

Patricia Joan Jones

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Starward, whose talent and encouragement illuminates us like a sky full of stars. 

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Wordman's picture

I visit your site often, to

I visit your site often, to admire, to learn, and to just enjoy the written word in it's beauty.

Forgive the anology, but when here, I feel like a child with a full roll of Life Savers, trying to decide which is my favorite, and realizing that although different, each is pleasing for it's own color, and flavor. Thank you for sharing your talent.

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Thank you for your thrilling

Thank you for your thrilling feedback and a wonderful analogy. I enjoy your work as well. 

Cascade's picture

You make it so hard to pick a

You make it so hard to pick a favorite. This one is just as loaded with magic and wonderlust and metaphorical art as all the others. I happen to love your style of filling ones heart with awe...and hope...and love of life and living. Better than church, Patricia. I keep saying, I know, but it's the truth. I feel expanded when I come here... like the universe. I love it here in your words of wonder

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Thank you for your gorgeous

Thank you for your gorgeous comment. It's always an honor when you stop by. 

djtj's picture

You captured Me

You captured me with the first line, they sounded like living rain...the flip flop of metaphors love it. 

Wandering proverb.  All so excellant.  

 

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Thank you, dear poet, for

Thank you, dear poet, for your beautiful words of support and appreciation. It's always an honor when you stop by. 

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That dedication comes to me

That dedication comes to me like a great ray from the starlit blue sky, and I am overwhelned by this beautiful poem.  Unworthy though I am, I will deeply cherish this poem, not only as one of yoy]ur great ones (and alll of yours are great), but as one personalized as well.  Thank you so very, very much.  I may be up all night with my delight in this.  I wrote this comment immediately from my heart, so if it sounds like a gush, it is.  The conclusion is a mighty triumph to end this magnificent poem, but the cosmic setting of the whole poems just whisks the reader up and away from this world of troubles.  Even if you had not mentioned me in the notes, I would be shouting the praises of this poem, which takes its place of magnitude with your other work.  We contain elements of the stars within us, and therefore, we are their living descendents.  You certainly give a welcoming, encouraging, and ministering voice to the expression of your ancestral heritage in the cosmos.


Januarian

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Thank you for such a

Thank you for such a gracious, uplifting and gorgeous comment. 

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And sorry for the typos, too.

And sorry for the typos, too.


Januarian

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