Hymns and Hurdles

a first breath
accompanied by a hymn

with every life’s hurdle
a recital, a theme

and as you are lowered to your grave
once more they will sing

© Heath Muchena, 2009

4 Comments on “Hymns and Hurdles”

  1. Pierre says:

    A song knocking on wooden doors,
    opening, empty but of the wind’s sores.

    And for us passing dusty gates, singing are those who,
    for them others would chant.

    Enough to lift the curtain on the absurd act,
    the philosopher hit gold:

    One finds more than one might have wished,
    one destroys that which is lightly wrought.

    Gold or soil, in the hands of time,
    their values melt.


  2. htmm says:

    insightful, thanks pierre for commenting, you should post a link to your blog so i can check it out, thanx again for visiting


  3. OldenGray says:

    Some day we will all wake up singing that song!

    Liked by 1 person

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