C#

It wasn’t the buzz of the brush on my teeth

or the hum of the car with the wheel in my hands

or the washing machine ringing clean in my ears,

No;

the song of my soul is C#.

 

It isn’t the chatter of clattering children,

It isn’t the murmur of fans in the bathroom,

It isn’t the whirr of the office computer,

the song of my soul is C#.

 

I take down my worries and put up defences;

I listen to truth and I whisper a prayer,

I medicate, meditate, play and procrastinate,

the song of my soul is C#.

 

When all else is quiet and simple and still

and when others are busy but I’ve had my fill

I listen and there in my soul rings a note

(it is always the same)

like a wail, or a plea, or a longing to be

something fuller, or deeper

more meaningful still.

It is there in the noise

It is there when I’m quiet

and I find it a comfort, confronting confusion.

Yes –

the song of my soul is C#.

 

I am yearning for wholeness

and yearning for healing;

longing for holiness

(body and mind).

I don’t know the reason my soul

resonates

like a deep wordless groan

always singing C#.

 

Like a blanket around me,

it comforts and covers.

And this singing continues

when life’s out of focus

(I’m blinded and aching);

the calling rings out

in my bones and my heart.

My soul has an anchor

reminding and finding me –

Somebody’s listening

to the song of C#.

 

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