Let them sing!
Listen to them sing!
the cells
of which your body is composed
all of their voices, each one
sings in harmony with one another
their anthems rising
beyond the walls that shelter them,
beyond the domes, the spires
beyond our moon and sun,
beyond what most men hear
beyond our stratosphere -
to join the angelic choir
of the One we dare call God,
whether the names we use be
Apollo or Bacchus,
Athena or Aprhodite,
be Woden or Thor,
Frigga or Freyja,
Isis or Osiris,
Adonai or El Shaddai,
let them sing
listen to them
as they serenade
the Infinite One,
the Uni-verse.
unless a cluster
of them sing off-key
or flat
in a-rhythmic prose;
they sing in parts
lyric soprano
mezzo soprano
contralto
tenor
baritone
or bass
and many more
unnamed in the here and now
in a Grande Chorale
until the cells
close down
and their voices
rise silent
in a Grand Finale
to join
the celestial host
in the Everlasting
whose 'Holy, holy, holy'
we hear in cells
of memory
or imagine
rising soundless
through multiple dimensions
boundless
in a symphony of silence
our forebears
once spoke of
as the Harmony of the Spheres.
Let them sing!
Listen for them!
Listen!
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I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed your poem Frank. I really like the concept of all your cells singing. I'm sure this would be truly living and rejoicing in the moment....10