Saturday, November 18, 2006

doorway


Doorway to the cathedral organ

The gate is shut,
stairs within barely visible,
destination hidden by stony shield.
I know where they lead,
from their lofted intention
music trembles the air
with resonant touch.

No “abandon hope” nomenclature here,
this is access to the heart
from ear’s pathway
to spirit’s joy.

My gated sensitivity
also shields
barring entry.

As with latticed metal door
there is sight of what’s within
for Him to whom
all hearts are open.
And if I release the bolt
we will make music.

2 comments:

Cami said...

I love this for several reasons...my mom was a church organist...I love seeing the classic organ area indicative of old England...bringing it to contemporary attention blesses me; it's still used for its intended purpose.

raven said...

Music being one of my greatest loves of this life, I especially love this Keith..beautiful..