Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Violin

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.



A brute picks up a Stradivarius and makes awful sounds.
A maestro takes a cheap fiddle in skilled, loving hands
and creates sublime music.
Who is surprised?

Who is it who plays the instrument of your life?
Who gets hold of you: your anger? Your fear?
The people you long to appease?
What will it sound like when the Beloved
lays her hands on you, tunes your strings,
draws the bow of love across them?

Today, you choose who may only look,
and who takes you up, who gets to play you,
either in the parlor, or in the street.
You do not matter. Only who plays you.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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Copyright (c) 2010
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

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