I
listen to songs
Praising
He; despite
My
state of nonbelief.
Astonished,
each time,
By
the pure, devotional beauty
Of
purposeful voices –
Thick
braids of sounds, tightly spun,
Rising
in the air, soaring towards a cloudless sky,
Then
settling down, like fresh snow,
Onto
a smooth, silky landing –
With
the same softness of a clear waterfall.
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