In an empty sanctuary
she began to play
slowly…reverently,
just her…her piano
and…her God
She could not see
the aging gentleman
kneeling in the shadows
What a pity she didn’t know
that her music soothed the man
Transported him from trials
and worries…and the stuff
best left unworried about
His eyes closed
as she continued to play
Breathing deeply,
a calm came over him
like morning clouds
hanging low over a mountain stream
How was it that the man
hadn’t noticed the breathing before
Must have just taken it for granted
like everyone else
In those sacred moments,
breathing and gratitude
we’re all that mattered
to the aging gentleman
so thankful for his God…
and the music played
by His lovely angel
What You’re Saying