Songs

The day Pa passed away

we sang a song together.

A song about old times,

odd times,

good times,

old time religion too

and that felt so good.

There was a smile on his lips as he left.

Maybe a song too.

I hope so.

As much as i hope the very best for the child

they call the light of the world.

For every child that comes into the world -

with a cry for care and protection,

a cry that

hopefully

turns into a psalm, a hymn, a blues who knows.

But a loud

a clear

a piercing

"No,

don't remain silent,

don't live a second hand life,

don't swallow everything,

don't look away but watch closely what's going on."

Yes, I think, we all

that

come and go.

we all need

(or have

or cherish)

such songs

of encouragement and hope -

come what may.

Some angry. Some sad. Some full of joy.

Some legacy. Some promises.

Or something in between.

We just gotta share.

Make them sound

like a string

strung between heart and brain

and everything in between.

Connect what's still separate.

And then - let's sing -

let's lift our voices high until the heavens

(or the sky)

touches earth.

Palatinewolf, December 2022.