I Hear a Song

A Poem By Libby // 9/7/2018

I hear a song
ringing at every corner of the earth,
rung out from every human heart.
A quartet,
a chorus,
full in every part, but
empty;
rich with every swell, and yet it wanders,
imperfect in its beauty—
flawed even in the depths of each new chord.

The quiet basses murmur,
their vibrant tremors ever searching,
proving every region,
seeking sanctuary from a restless tune
that struggles on without a
destination.
Their voices soothe with ointment
over doubts and cares and worries—
yet they wander.

Tenors lift their song,
a melody that’s waning.
Their tearless souls are anxious,
and the music that they weave is
heartfelt.
Despairing moans blend with a
soothing struggle.

The altos of our chorus
sing a melancholy waltz—
a laughing line of music,
bitter in its taste of caustic glee.
A dancing ditty plays upon their lips,
lightening the simple, careworn melody,
creating dissonance.

A quartet cannot be without a fourth to add its sound.
And so it is.
Do you hear that wail?
That cry of anguish?
That misery?
It is the crown of the song,
the solo,
the descant that descries agony.
Sorrowful sopranos weep
their solitary song;
it continues on, traveling to a
hopeless end.
They wander not, nor do they avoid
their sad conclusion.
On they sing;
they truly understand.
They sing and they despair.

A droning bass preludes the
sweep of tenor’s hum that tries to synchronize with
alto’s sneer at life’s ordeals over which
sopranos weep.
No harmony or melody,
only conflict in this song of the world.

But hark! Listen to the orchestral suite of the universe!
I hear a song,
sung from the depths of life,
ringing with a melody so deep, so sweet,
so overwhelming!

Vast prairies sway in the wind—
peaceful—
a haven for the weary, for the brokenhearted.
Unending oceans proclaim in their silence
endless mercy poured out on the world,
traveling so far that we cannot grasp its size,
nor realize its depth.
The starry sheets that lie over the earth
cry out a mystery, so far from the friction of the world.
Each winking globe of light tells me
our song has not ended—He is alive.
And while He is alive, hope remains.

Comments

I loved it!

Wow, Libby, that was beautiful. I love this poem! It was wonderfully written and accurately illustrated the world's struggles, yet ended with hope. I love how you used the different members to portray the different views people have in the world, and I especially love the last lines,

"Each winking globe of light tells me
our story is not ended—He is alive.
And while He is alive, hope remains."

Great job!

Grace J. | Fri, 09/07/2018

“You are doing something great with your life—when you are doing all the small things with His great love.” - Ann Voskamp

Well done, Libby! Amazing!

Well done, Libby! Amazing! Beautiful!
The first part of the poem really reminds of a choir I used to sing with. I saw one of their concerts a little while ago, and one of the songs they sung truly reflected misery at its deepest depths. "I hurt myself today, just to see if I could still feel." (I think that's how it went). On top of that they showed pictures of homelessness and such. We left the building feeling pretty depressed.
Your conclusion is right on! He is alive, and we have hope! That is the song we should sing. "We've no less days to sing God's praise."

Jill Levine Tyler | Fri, 09/07/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you guys a ton! I

Thank you guys a ton! I really appreciate you so much, and I can't tell you how much your comments mean to me!
I do have a question, however. I showed this to someone for critique, and they told me it's too didactic and I need to tone down the message a bit. Do you have any advice or feedback to help me? Please? I'd love anything! Thanks you guys!

Libby | Sun, 09/09/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

I had to look up what

I had to look up what didactic meant. According Merriam-Webster, it's;
1 a : designed or intended to teach
b : intended to convey instruction and information as well as pleasure and entertainment didactic poetry
2 : making moral observations.
I think like those kind of poems, and I definitely enjoyed yours. So, it might be a matter of opinion.

Jill Levine Tyler | Tue, 09/11/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

;)

I had to look it up, too. ;)
I'm really glad you like it! I'm still going to try and edit it to make it a bit better, but I'll keep what you said in mind, and try to balance out the message with the flow and poetry. Thanks so much! :)

Libby | Tue, 09/11/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

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