Was it you, father,
Who touched my slumber
in the night
so deep?
startled was i
initially,
breathless fear
overcoming dreams
discreet.
heart racing,
senses on alert,
as I naturally considered
an intruder,
But no footsteps,
alarm,
or barking dogs
did I observe.
No, all was quiet,
no need for reflex,
fight or flight,
But with chills
gently coursing
from head to toe,
there was something
exceptional in the night.
It was music,
unlike any I had ever heard,
certainly played
on instruments,
not indigenous
to our world.
it was a beautiful melody,
played not on piano,
strings, or horns,
not new age synthesized
tunes were these,
reminiscent of calm
or storm.
In moments,
this music overcame me,
as I considered its possible source,
then just as quickly
I fully succumbed to it,
as the notes rose
in power and force.
the arrangement was other-worldly,
I am sure,
angelic,
I came to believe,
the purpose was clearly
adoration,
for no more beautiful sound
has ever been heard.
and now I am left
with the original question,
of who delivered
this gift to me.
Who cares enough
to bring angelic song,
which awakens me
from my sleep?
But as I calmly
consider the question,
in view of my recent loss,
I roll over and begin the ritual,
that requires me to turn and toss.
and I am left with the
inescapable notion,
that there is one
who hurts to see me sad,
and in that moment
I answer the question,
as I am certain that it was my dad.
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Music can bring such sweet messages. Isn't it nice to know that the veil between our worlds is often thin...
I am sure that no matter what your dad hurts to see you so sad.
I hope this experience helps to bring you some peace.
Cryssa
Suffice it to say, I'll bet it was your dad. And I'll bet he's glad you heard it. That's some story.
Take care. --Charlie
loving tribute to your father...he will always live in you Frank.
John