Harmony in cacophony
A pantoum after Michael Stalcup
To live, to love, to smile and cry,
Our well-worn hopes we bring,
But someone displays His artistry,
An orchestra still tunes its strings.
Our well-worn hopes we bring
Some are granted and some are not,
An orchestra still tunes its strings;
Who is the master? We know not.
Some are granted and some are not,
Life has its own secret logic,
Who is the master? We know not
But He weaves his splendid magic.
Life has its own secret logic,
What key, what tune we don’t know,
But He weaves His splendid magic,
And we long for life to glow.
What key, what tune we don’t know,
But someone displays His artistry,
And we long for life to glow,
To live, to love, to smile and cry
This poem is a part of Passing Pantoums project. I borrowed a pair of lines from this pantoum:
