I listen to a women sing a middle eastern tune,
chanting, wailing and she causes me
with the beauty of her song to thank God for my
blessings and I can picture the women
singing this song dressed in her dark robes with a veiled face,
her hauntingly melodic voice and I
wander and must ask this question,
' What does Heaven sound like? '
I believe all music originates from God.
He is the author of all art and as
I consider God I must ask this question,
'I wonder what religion God is? '
Does the very question cause God to smile?
And even as an Irish ditty dances through my speakers
as it flows from a distant public radio
station I can't help but wonder
'What Heaven will sound like? '
And the wondering of the thing has caused me
to drive miles across the night
and across the shadowed lands of the Carolina's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem