Voice

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My trembling voice
chokes
faints,
intimidated by the grand chorus.

Swept by the swell of elegance, I stand
shamed
swirled
awed
into
a a a a a silence....

Such a harmony!
of light and sound.
Winged words
soar delicately
while
I
can 
only
limp
on 
feet 
of 
clay;
the tremulous music pierces,
leaving my heart gasp-
ing for breath.
Such beauty stings.

And I cry.

Where is there room 
for my tinny notes?
Where is there place
for my small voice?

How can I sing?
a
a

But into my silence
enters my
Lord,
my Lord, who
touched clouded eyes
and gave them light,
who
turned lifeless limbs
to warm flesh and muscle,

who sang the very stars into being.

My Lord
opens the door
and invites me out.

He asks me to sing.

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