Mandolins Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Hear the mandolins play like summer
Rain pounds my steeple soul
Integration is a dream of gardens
Amidst universal stars I cry
Amidst winds of azure I laugh
Between the plague and shoreline
Illumined poetry by the sea
Seagulls and tides evangelize
Poetry as sweet as rainbows
Mercy soothes the troubled life
Psychosomatic angst
Music heals like songbirds

You my love bring me hope
I cannot worry about everything
I must do my part
I must always see beauty
Some seem prone to despair
Cynical words run like sewers
Wondrous sky has no cynicism
Blue shines like another kingdom
Acoustic guitars like free forests
Love has elves and rivers
Love has beauty and gentle fields
Love has stars and moonlight

Listen to the mandolins ring