Three tasks the heart is gifted
To think to feel to act
And occasionally to sing together
When the spirit lifts its baton
And some new strain dips down
Into the corporeal brain
A gold glimmer come and gone
Of light becoming song
That stuns and thrills
But never lasts too long
But just enough to hear
They're still singing us into being
That whole orchestra of gods
On this ordinary morning
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