Immaculate Listening
Tis such imagination of infinite glory
How blessing flow and magick doth persist
Channeled in this, immaculate listening
For wonderous words are oft spoken
Whispers from the universe
Deafening chimes of high stone towers
Precious and endearing melodies
Vibrato poised upon a wayward string
Haunting tales of calliope
And too, the rigid stage performances
Listen, and listen aplenty have I
For sound carries that which hides
Message in the verse of the ancients
Crossing line, thus knelt in passing
From whenst across the welcome veil
Generations calling, shouting song
Rising voices on mountaintops
Thunderous applause
Words murmured of a fading soul
Cries that call for charity
So much, so far, and ever present
Lost deliriously in these wayward sounds
Delving meaning or that of means
Not to all, nor what all seems
Destiny doth hold the drum
While wind gathers to charge the pipe
And the seas surrender baritone
Such symphony of majesty
And yet, charged we may
Assumptive of that with sounding
Do we yield to commonplace
What is this, or what may seem
Naught deception, but brazen mask
Not for all, but whom it seems
Seeking that which lies within
Concept pure and focused sign
Tis truly an awakening
On chosen morn
Timid lost, and fear relinquished
Silent echoes in vast retreat
Bygone chapter, pages turned
Clarity, and hope restored
Immaculate listening
Now given wings
Opened eyes
Refreshed direction
Carried forth
By tranquil ringing
Additional Reading
R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.
His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here
The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work
Ralph also writes on HubPages
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