Soul Music Poem by Catherine Habbie

The edifice stands all bricks and stone
Hoping it would all sins atone
The petaled clock on the tower ticks six
It is going to be a delightful mix

Hither blooms the heads of lavender
A delightful scent putting gloom asunder
A gargoyle guards the stained lattice
It hears the choir blithely practice

And then dispelling the impending doom
An ethereal voice begins to boom
Spellbound I walk up the steps of the church
Soon find myself an oaken perch

The choir begins its Salvic tune
Within arises a melancholic rune
The sound of the rushing wind
Sacred chants in nature's realm

It brought gushing back sweet memories
Delightful days and bedtime stories
A chorus of angel's is earth's delight
The yearning ears receive some respite

The souls lifted up touching
The waiting seraphs on the wooden beams
Although carved It surely seems
These are indeed heavenly beings

Meanwhile the baton is again raised
Up comes the choir to grace the stage
They croon of dandelions and rye fields
It soon doth our mellowing soul appease

The audience watches without batting an eye
They are sure to disappear if we blink an eye
They take a bow and are done singing
But our souls are still left ringing