by Eris Cardin

The harp song could not chase away
The demons lurking in your soul.
You though to shun the God Most High
And still to keep yourself a whole.
The heart is fractured, shunning God:
The spirit breaks when leaving love.
What beauty can your spirit seek
That will not tell you, “Look above”?
The music may create a peace
That soothes the spirit’s bleak despair,
But there is nothing that brings light
When Yahweh is unwelcome there.
If you would let the golden strain
Awake in you a righteous grief,
If you would turn your gaze on high,
Your soul would swiftly find relief.
Oh, let the harp song bring to mind
The beauty of the God above.
Oh, let the minstrel’s gentle words
Remind you of the touch of love.
And if you will not, Israel’s king,
From glory you will topple down.
The minstrel lad who now does sing
Will take your throne and wear your crown.

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Eris Cardin is a young writer who is passionate about writing poetry. She specifically loves writing poetry for and about our Lord Jesus. She has an email list where she regularly shares flash fiction, writing updates and poetry. You can sign up at https://sendfox.com/shardsofrhythmanddreams.