' THE ORCHESTRATED STRING '

Life begins with the plucking of one string,
The resounding of a single chord,
Bringing the orchestra to crescendo;
Swelling the Heavens,
Beckoning them to play along.

Embracing life, with its' joys and sorrows,
Is a blessing unforeseen.
For, Life is a line in the sand
That shifts with time;
Altering its course moment by moment.

But the crossing of heartbeats,
The blending of barriers, can cause
Even the most solitaire of instruments
To hum, to sing, to play along;
When touched by the Hand of God.


BY
Roberta Rogers Wilcox
@2001