“The human mind is a monkey in the middle of a yawning abyss of a mysterious universe, too small to comprehend the vastness of the of the universe and too clumsy to pierce its tiny secrets.” Blaise Pascal
According to Joyce Kilmer, poems are made by fools like me,” yet there is something in a verse, that skips ahead of our reason, and lends wings to our souls. And among the poetry of Psalms, God reveals to the humblest hearts, His secrets and draws us to Himself.
After fingers of the rain reach down
Pulling frost out from the ground
And the cold relentless wind grows still
And I hear the gentle sound
Of a robin singing at my door
And distant thunder in the sky
Then I look out of my window
And watch children splashing by
Then I wonder at the changing world
As snowdrifts melt in Spring
And my sleeping faith sits up in bed
To hear the church bells ring
To Hear the Church Bells Ring
By Peter Caligiuri
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Father taught about keys and rests
About scales and every note
When my younger mind was wishing
To be out fishing in the boat
But by grace notes and by quarters
And good old three-four time
Things slowly began to make sense
Like a poem starts to rhyme
And His melody stayed with me
Though sometimes I couldn’t hear
Over my life’s crescendos
And sonatas filled with tears
But now I am just grateful
As my voice begins to wane
That His notes can go on singing
Through both sunny days and rain
And I see my Father’s presence
In the notes between the lines
And I thank Him for the part I play
In His symphony divine!
His Symphony Divine
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2016
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This poem, which I wrote about eight years ago, will appear soon in the 2024 Spring edition of Breakthrough Intercessor
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