Fresh from the pages... "Meetings"

Pen, have you met paper?
You knew each other long ago –
When poetry and lyric form ran in unceasing flow.

Voice, have you met melody?
It’s been a while since you played –
You used to run around at night and were beautiful in day.

Tune, have you met harmony?
How interwoven you used to be –
A balancing of pitch and time – a perfect mystery.

Night, have you met the rising sun?
You have had my time and tears –
I’ve wasted words for far too long, stifling worship on prideful ears.

Pride has met humility;
Heart has met its King;
Worship has met these lips;
Keys, these fingertips;
And I can finally sing.

At evensong, in peaceful tones,
My heart has found its freedom.
For it knows when nighttime grows,
The morn will come in hues of rose and leave the night to its own.

Pride has met humility;
Heart has met its King;
Worship has met these lips;
Keys, these fingertips;
And I can finally sing.

©2005 Alyssa Kate Grinstead