THE WORSHIPPER'S INSTRUMENT

I have heard so many songs

Written about Love

Men have sung of Your Love

One man after the other

And maybe that's why

You are The Great Ancient of Days

Transposed from one generation to the next

Everyone that encounters You

Starts to sing

You call Me places and I come

First, with trepidation

Then, with righteous longing

Slowly, as I continuously behold You

I realise that every Love Song

Is about You

If it isn't about You, it isn't Love

And I too, start to sing

I sing a song

As unending as You are bottomless

The words start to flow, they do not stop

I sing in understanding and outside it

I sing of My Companion and My One

I sing of The Voice, The Sound

That is My Compass

Constantly nudging Me:

"Go where The Love is"

I learn, continuously

That the only response

To an encounter with True Love

Of which You are both

Is sound.