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.
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Updated July 14, 2000
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