Haunting Melody
I love listening to music. Sometimes I feel that truth itself is a piece of music playing across the vast regions of our souls, calling us back home through song, through a melody that never ceases to draw us nearer and nearer to our source; haunting us with its celestial notes and angelic voices. If you listen for a while, maybe you can hear it within, calling you to return to your beautiful, Holy Self.
Haunting melody
I hear you.
I hear your voice
In the rain,
On the breeze,
Deep within
The recesses of
My soul.
It echoes.
Will your song ever
Cease its lyrical
Beckoning?
I am undone
By the music
My soul sings.
Angels have
Lent me their voice,
And now it’s all I hear.
Thank you for reading.
All my love,
Vickey.
I think music and singing lift the mind from our daily routines and lifestyle
What stayed with me is the feeling that some things do not call us through words, but through resonance.
Like a melody we cannot fully explain and yet immediately recognize somewhere deep within ourselves. The piece feels less like trying to reach the sacred, and more like remembering that it has been quietly singing underneath everything all along.