The Unending Joy Of Music Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Unending Joy Of Music
The poem of the morning
Is the unending joy of music
The life that only it gives
The happiness without question
The feeling that flows and flows
Through sadnesses and pains
And above and beyond it all
Just moving us and moving us
More and more-
Music of the soul
That makes us feel
We belong to this sad universe
Despite ourselves
And our loneliness.
Yes, the poem of the morning, for, it has been in the making all thru the night, which when we wake, rises phoenix like.
A very positive write dear poet. Music is a salve for a sad heart.
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4/26/2024 3:36:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Reaching deep into a morning's mood the poet brings out music of the soul. Ah fortunate re-connection! So worthy of gratitude! THE FEELING THAT FLOWS AND FLOWS/...ABOVE AND BEYOND IT ALL/...DESPITE OURSELVES/ AND OUR LONELINESS