Is always eager
To hold a sound
And in the loft, beginning there,
A young voice sings out,
Quick gaining ground
Not overwhelming, nor too thin,
The voice, she's confident.
She knows what's needed.
The sanctuary carressed it,
Blissful and at rest.
He's interceded.
The voice, while comforting those there,
Gives thanks to her Lord
In a little prayer:
"You have always been b'side me here,
And for these people,
I show You're 'lso there."
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I'm not particularly pleased with this poem's result, the idea was
much better in my head. Quality (or lack thereof) aside, I thought
I'd tell you all that this was inspired by my first real solo at a
funeral last Friday.
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