Today I heard a flute play in one of the sanctuaries of my life
Its music bounced off the walls, like a pied piper driving out strife
The flutist fingers releasing each high and sweetly played note
Filling the room like water, each one of us a boat
On its mirrored finish danced the light of our God
While outside the church, snow fell on frozen sod
11/30/08
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