Serenade of life
played on strings I cannot see,
resonating strength throughout me,
carefully revealed
for glimpses of the music,
when I cannot explain,
or when emptiness abounds,
the joys and sorrows overwhelming.

Now the drums and brass
play lowly,
the sharp notes disapper,
the days are growing shorter,
low notes deeply on a giant harp,
and they call to wonder,
what did it all
really mean,
a song of empty straining,
or the tune of the future's dream.

The people I have known,
that I was meant to join,
many of them are gone,
but others have come to be,
joining to sing
in a chorus around me
that flows in sweet carressing
of a serenade of life.

But the melody
plays out louder,
comforting the waking slumber
as in His arms I sway,
in the rhythm of Creator
in this final
serenade of life.

 

Copyright 2008, Jerry W. Engler