Murmuring dreams
You’re the murmuring whisper of a lost dream.
You are not words.
No, you are not the brush strokes on a canvas.
You are cadence.
Am.
The rhythm of a bird’s flight
The beat of a heart.
The sway of a lingering leaf on a frozen tree.
I met you once before.
D#m.
On the beaches of Costa Rica, when all my fear melted away.
I stood before God, the sand crumbling, caving beneath my shaking feet.
The ocean roared with triumph, staggering to the core.
Clouds encircled the mountains rising up out of the sea, as they parted to make way.
Am7.
Crowned in glory, the mountains declare His righteousness.
I first heard you in the bittersweet notes strummed from the guitar.
You are music notes.
Spilled upon five bars and lines.
Bmaj7.
Staining the finger tips of the guitarist.
I heard you then
The cadence,
stringing together the notes and chords of your life.
F6.
It was your movement, your rhythm that shook my fear
I could hear His faithfulness in you.
A wealth of wisdom birthed of each note
Touching the strings of my heart.
F6.
The essence of the notes dripped with a story
Similar to my own.
Humming a pain picked into beauty.
No longer discordant
A#m7.
Hazel bled melodies
Awaiting harmony to pierce familiar walls.
Holiness picking each note
resonating in my footsteps.
E 6/9.
