by Peter Venable
A music sheet, barren as a skeleton, Rested on a table by his piano, curling in humidity. Tonight, sweat dribbled down his nose. He flicked it with his quill pen, watched it arc in candlelight and splat on scraps of lyrics on the floor. He glanced at an Isaiah passage penned on paper, heard a voice singing across the ages Comfort ye my people. Then Messiah’s words The trumpet will sound pierced his mind with a piccolo trumpet prelude. Lyrics and harmonies and violins and woodwinds began swirling like eddies in the Thames as he felt a river of blackest ink burst through his melancholy and he dipped his pen to scribble the first note.
Peter Venable has written sacred and secular verse for many decades. He has been published in Ancient Paths, Prairie Messenger, Time of Singing, American Vedantist, The Anglican Theological Review, The Christian Century, The Merton Seasonal, Windhover and forthcoming in Spiritus. His Jesus Through A Poet’s Lens is an eBook and print version available at petervenable.com.
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