The textured note,
How minute in scale,
To dissect and split
And measure the woven waves—
Yet breathing life,
The ears receive
Pristine chimes
And enchanted tunes—
The wintry symbols,
So clear in form
(The star, the wreath, the bell)
Put mind at ease
And light the heart
With warmth amidst the frost—
From macrocosmic cut-outs
To natural forms in paper,
The shapes bring forth
Their light and truth
Pointing thus to
A loving world,
A timeless
Single
Note.
MS21
(The following are some parts I cut out of the revision but feel they have some potency yet):
The unchanging Forms
With multitudinous reflections
In paper, in plastic, in gold
Do embody the unspeakable truths—
On these wintry days
When warmth we seek,
A bell, a cane, a ball, a flake—
May bring a song, a lucid tune
To light our hearts aflame.