You are center stage, my Lord,
and all the lights seek you out
as one of their own kind,
joy abounding upon joy,
your glory astoundingly bright.

You play your instrument,
and the haunting strains ply
the strings of our grateful hearts.

Then in the midst of many
streams of perfect melody
come a few missed notes,
sounding like my voice
when it goes off, lost
on an uncharted sea.
Did you play those notes
just for me?

When you leave your chair
it sits there alone,
resonating with the music
of your light.

The white flowers
left beside it
are also singing.

How I wish that I,
like those lilies,
could offer you purity
with every breath.

– Hashi Roberts.


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