The Music’s Journey Home

Jagged and random across the sky
Lightning strikes
In the blink of an eye there is daylight
From the heavens above

Wipers at top speed
Swiping wildly to keep up with sheets of rain
Lights obscured on the mottled windshield,
We hurtle homeward

In a lull, the pace slows
As we approach the familiar bridge;
The rain clears and we settle in
To contemplate our contributions...

Music - a call to worship,
A reminder to love,
The intimate rhythm of our hearts
Beating outside ourselves,

Music - to be shared with one another.

Kira Braun