Chosen Instrument
The Master Composer made a new work of art ;
Which instrument now would perform the lead part ?
He looked at the musical tools all around
He searched for the one that had just the right sound.
"Choose me, cried the harp - I'm so shiny and bright
Above all the others, I'm such a proud sight."
The Master passed by without saying a word,
Just then, a small violin asked to be heard ;
"I am best for the solo, my strings are so sweet,
All feelings will soar, as your song I complete."
The Master said nothing, then looked at the horn,
Golden and sparkling, just like the new morn.
"My brightness and beauty will dazzle their eyes -
My strong and clear notes will leave all mesmerized."
Unheeding, the Master now turned to the flute ;
All crystal and painted, appearing so cute.
"Use me for your passage, I'm just what you need -
My notes are the highest, all ears will concede."
The Master then saw a piano quite old,
Broken and rusting, beginning to mold.
"AH ! This is the instrument I'm searching for !
New wood and new strings I will fully restore !
I need not the harp, that is lofty and proud;
I need not the horn, filled with trumpeting loud ;
Not the violin perfect, that swoons every ear
Nor the tweeting high flute in crystal so clear.
Just this plain, simple keyboard will speak to the heart ;
Through it I will share my brand-new work of art !"
He gently restored it, and tuned every string
He filled it with music as fresh as the spring.
then said to it kindly, "There is work you must do ;
Now, share my new music as I speak through you."
First Comments on This Poem:
May. 1998 - "Hi Keith,..
Your new poem "Chosen Instrument"
is beautiful and shares such a
meaningful message for those
who are broken and on the mend.
Keep up the good work,"-Viola
{ivan@doncaster.on.ca}
A Mystery Revealed
Life is a Paradox
of being high and low,
A patchwork of soft, happy things
yet, fear, hate and sorrow.
Unravelling this mystery
it's hard to understand
why people live so selfishly
as time slips by like sand.
The steps we take to change our lives ~
how virtuous they seem,
beginning strong, they soon die down
and vanish like a dream.
A New Year's Leaf turned over now
can never change our mind ~
for, hasty choices only tell
of dreams we left behind.
The gladness and the tragedy
of being on this earth
shows all of us the war inside
that started from our birth.
Still, few there are who hear these things,
they might just stop and see ~
without The Lord to guide our hearts,
Life never can quite be!
