When human beings lift a voice in song,
bowel movements, and quarrels somehow disappear.
These people at the Christian Conference at our hotel
at breakfast in the cafe' this morning
I wondered which of the diners here are them,
and then I saw the telltale proof, the squat
black objects there, beside some at their tables,
and fleetingly imagined some might be
as hidebound as those thick black tomes.
But when I passed the closed door of the room
where they had just begun their Sunday service,
I heard one voice composed of many voices
soaring upon the unlimited spiritual sky,
the blissful, disembodied, voice of angels,
voice of neighbor, brother, friend and wife,
and knew the voice that waits within all voices
the world that trembles, waiting to be born.
One voice composed of many voices - what a perfect way to express singing praises to God! This is one of those experiences that makes hair stand on your arms! Thank you, Max.
Amazing, what I meant to say was...(((**AMAZING***))) Wow! What a fine piece you have here Max, still displaying your wonderful art I see Thankyou for the privilege of reading it Love duncan X
a song becomes a voice within all voices erasing all differences.it is true as written in this nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent! Max I hear the voice of brotherhood and humanity!