by Joe Bisicchia

150 years a grave unmarked
until Mendelssohn.

There he was at his own piano keys.
He would replay the songs of Bach.

An eternal sound he found.

We all may begin
in the way art begins.

And make art again, as we pray.

And art again begins
in what has no end.

Given as if only an ageless gift
to lift to the air
and given back from above, 
as if a treasure bestowed
for the ages, so is Bach’s prayer.

So goes our eternal sound. 
We all are made to take our turn.
Somewhere in Eden it begins. 
And never ends.

JJ, Jesu Juva, his prayer
as Bach had begun all his art,
a prayer to the Savior that begins 
and ends with SDG, to God alone, 
the Glory.

Our hands touch the keys.

And You outstretch Your hands.
And art begins again.

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Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared spiritual dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written four published collections of poetry, the latest being December 26 to Christmas, published by Cyberwit. He also has written well over two hundred individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. His website is www.widewide.world.

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