God's Creation Poem by Margaret V. Hunsinger

In God's Creation our world's are stages.
Awake my soul see the people dancing,
Celestial angels write star-lit pages,
Hypostatic union blest rejoicing.
Ladies now back in waiting, step forward,
Mask gentlemen lead, come forth and go straight;
Advance the round of rhythmic concord,
Then love and beauty will follow your gait.

Music Universal distance makes sweet,
Musicians play with voluminous sound.
Performance is lost to the dancing feet,
Contented mass goes around and around.
Farewell the stage of the seasons of Time,
My soul moves now to the music sublime.