A Believer's Journal

It coalesces on the glistening icicle,
halved ovoid
tiny and translucent
but formed of myriad melting molecules
more in number than the stars in the sky

It clings tenuously to the slender stalactite
resisting gravity’s irresistible pull
gently pulsating
as it slides millimeter by millimeter
down the shimmering ice

It pauses at the sparkling spear’s tip
gathering its now swelling self
waning winter
suspended tantalizingly
before falling through the still frigid air

It falls and is gone
disappeared into the trampled snow
that single drop of water
dazzling in its rapturous descent
now unseen but ever remembered

sing
let all that lives in your heart break forth
sing joy and sorrow and yearning
sing hope and horror and believing
sing love and loss and longing
sing triumph and tragedy and trusting
just sing

sing
let all that lives in your heart break forth
let your song paint with clarion colors
let your song dance with shimmering swirls
let your song persuade with spellbinding speech
let your song delight with mellifluous music
just sing

sing
let all that lives in your heart break forth
so that creation will not be left empty and void
so that truth will not be left unspoken
so that divides will not be left uncrossed
so that God will not be left unpraised
just sing