For Alivia

Margaret V.Doran

I saw your fingers pluck the strings
and in the sound I heard the wings
of cherubim and seraphim

With open heart I watched your face
at peace with God, you shared His grace,
made me part of your soul-hymn

I closed my eyes, soaked up your voice
and heard the angels, too, rejoice
my soul enraptured by your song

transported by a tone so pure
how could I hear and not endure
life on this world however long

my self an earthen vessel filled
with love and comfort as God willed
you sang a glimpse of paradise

content that Heaven waits for me
my soaring soul shall winged be
its rapture bought with sacrifice

Copyright © 2000 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.

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Updated July 14, 2000
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