Catching the Holy Whisper

God whispered my name

As the sound of words

Sublimely wrapped

In golden tones of Graceful song

Filled cathedral space

Yet nestled soft as down

In my heart’s sacristy.

Is God‑love this warm?

Is Christ‑joy this knowing?

Is Spirit‑hope this near?

Does that which is far beyond

Find its way to these light‑dappled chambers

Of personal cloistered space

When angelic sounds

Soar high and low?

Blessed music!

Charioteer that swoops low

Endewing faith’s mysteries deep

Into the heart’s corners.

Grace is stirred up, imprinted deep

And the soul’s window

Set ajar to catch the

Echo of Spirited‑song

And things deeper than

Engraver’s page of dots and lines.

Lord, continue to fire the singing messengers

Who possess wisdom and skill

Rejoicing as image‑bearers of the

Full Breathed One

As they breathe life into

Words and melodies

Golden‑aged like finest wine

Or unseasoned yet flavorful

Like daily bread

Baked fresh from harvest's finest grain.

Heavenly Singing Flame!

Chanting troubadors of clay!

Listening gallery of saints and angels!

Music alive and faith‑infused!

Thanks be to God!

                                              Nancy Gerst, 2007