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by SWPoet
Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1831752
Soul finding God in the music, the reflection of stained glass, the awe of nature.
Please check the link immediately below the poem for a sound recording with music by jedimuse@writing.com.

The Veil

Something about the music, the deep cello
vibrating in my bones, or perhaps
it was the polished ribcage
of old growth trees holding the roof
in an arrow to heaven, or maybe
it was the morning sunlight flickering
through stained glass windows,
dancing rainbows on the backs
of unknowing parishioners.

But for one moment in this beautiful place
I felt the veil thinning, a translucent
membrane between my own home
and my soul's destination.
The veil between our busy world
and the one that rests so silently,
so patiently, beneath our soul’s heart,
waiting for us to realize it is there. 

Perhaps, the way to our soul
and to God, is not through the mind,
but through our senses.  I vowed
to remember this moment
as I whispered a silent “thank you.”

Later, as the service ended
and the cacophony of shuffles
brought me back to the present,
I reluctantly allowed my mind
to take over the helm. 

But somewhere in my soul’s ear,
I could still hear

the music. 


To hear this read aloud out to Music, please
check my new collaboration with Jerry Cobbs
at the following link. (Updated 7-25-17)


Poem inspired by St. Francis of Assisi and a book by Ian Morgan Cron called Chasing Francis. 
I highly recommend it for those seeking God in nature, art, and also those who find themselves in mid-life questioning their job future, their faith, and wondering if they had been chasing bells and whistles while their soul longed for nature and truth.   

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