A song forever buried in my heart
Begins to form a melody so sweet
Surpassing ev’ry ordinary art
It grows in richest harmony
So poignant, one can almost see
The notes that pierce my soul like icy sleet
The faintest strums of someone’s old guitar
Rise softly like a cool September breeze
And caught by ears awaiting from afar
Rouse longing deep within
For true beauty without sin
What greater sounds inspire the heart than these?
Play me the ballad with no need for words
That courts the maiden fair within her tower
That conquers with no need for guns or swords
Yet pure as Holy Mary’s grace
Doth nothing good and true efface
But rings with chords like unto Heaven’s power
The song of truth play gallantly I must
And I’ll bring tears to Hades’ stony eyes
When speaking fails to win my fellow’s trust
My music will transform his mind
Bring back the dead and heal the blind
Its beauty then will come as no surprise.
This is so beautiful that I want to shout it out on the rooftops!
This is one of my top favorite poems written by you, Hobbita! It is a beautiful reflection on the power of music to convey truths that often go deeper than words can utter. I love the line, “pure as Holy Mary’s grace”, which brings a profoundly Catholic understanding to the piece. I think it would amazing to put “Song of Truth” to music! Do you think you could manage it?
Lovely! And I love your stanza form.