Thursday, August 2, 2012

A Need to Sing

Pure music stems from perfect instrument,
Clear liquid from a spotless jug must flow,
So how can I, with groping words, present
In their simplicity the truths I know?
How may a stumbling tongue express the sound
That nature's chorus holds in unity?
Can restless minds find stillness to expound
The inner nourishment of peace?  Give me
But time, let me this instrument refine,
Help me to cleanse the vessel of the mind
That from it I may pour you truth's pure wine
Leaving all sediment dissolved behind.
Until that day, accept these gifts I bring -
For even husky voices need to sing.