by Laura Hilkemann

God has heard every song
Sounded on His Earth—
Melodies from Jubal’s lyre,
Just-murmured lullabies.
Do favorites echo in His mind
Like they reverberate through ours?
If so, perhaps it’s not rich chords
Renowned full orchestras perform
In velvet-cloaked prime concert halls.
Perchance it’s simple ancient tunes
That children chanted as they prayed
With cheerful sublime word-sounds
That none can comprehend today.

Laura Hilkemann is a poet in rural Nebraska who loves living on the prairie with her family and animal menagerie. She has a PhD in psychology and has had poems published in Nebraska Life and Gilded Weathervane.