Muisic So Often The Resevoir Of God Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Muisic So Often The Resevoir Of God
Music so often
The reservoir of God
When the shadows have crept in
Music, hearts ease
Balm of myrrh
And all disease
What mystery is this
Banish not the beautiful sounds
From our hearing
Oh law exacting world with pursed lips
You will not
Music overflows
The banks of what can be supposed
Is life, our life, the sos from the soul
Answered, and beauty poured out
Without stint, without argument
Overflowing the banks of sheer misery;
Flooding the sorrows.
mary angela douglas 7 june 2024
Fantastic poem! That gives a beautiful and living picture of what music IS! Tthoughts that reach the spiit more than the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/26/2024 8:33:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To my very favorites this great poem flows