Music in the Margins

Lost in the margins
of my own story
and among the symbols
from your divine eye,
what shall become of me?

Seemingly between worlds,
by halves and sevens,
guided by feathers and stones,
sands from time’s shores
and infinite music,
this is where I breathe.

The music calls me,
beckoning me to hear,
then to follow the traces
of your flowing presence,
the song of my soul.

© 2012 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Annunciation

Oh, magnificent existent I,
light a lamp within me,
build me, thy temple;
inspire me, thy thought;
name me, thy song;
enliven me, thy work.

Breath of Love,
blow through the temple gate,
and define the life within,
dispel all darkness,
   all mystery;
tune the amplitude
of my vibrations,
that their simple truth
shall suffice to render
an edifying music.

© 2010 by Elisabeth Eliassen