Sublime Music of My Soul

As I sit quietly,
reaching for the rhythm of my heart
and bearing witness to the rise and fall of my breath,
I try to discern the subtle, sublime music of my soul.

As I sit quietly,
I sense the walls around my heart tumbling away,
making room for vast, wide open windows.
Wide open windows that will allow
a cleansing and rejuvenating breeze
to carry a hint of spring into my being,
a breeze that will gently soothe
the chaotic, turbulent cadence
of my tender, aching heart.
Open windows that will allow
the sun's warming rays to thaw,
at long last,
the winter ice of doubt and distrust,
of grief and sorrow,
that will allow my very first spring dawn
to illuminate the very essence of my heart and soul.

As I sit quietly,
reaching for the rhythm of my heart
and bearing witness to the rise and fall of my breath,
I try to discern the subtle, sublime music of my soul.

As I sit quietly,
I feel a burgeoning sense of grace arising
from the center of my heart.
I can feel the ashes of my heartache
gradually, steadily drifting away
to reveal small, soft downy wings.
It seems that my first spring dawn,
has brought with it a phoenix,
ready to start anew,
ready to begin again.
In the stillness, in the silence,
the comforting tunes of playful birds
are telling me that the arrival of this creature
represents a return to love,
represents a return to inner peace,
and represents restored faith. 

As I sit quietly,
reaching for the rhythm of my heart
and bearing witness to the rise and fall of my breath,
I try to discern the subtle, sublime music of my soul.
And it assures me that everything will be ok.