Heartsong

O Beloved Spirit,
Is there an arc to this heartsong of mine?
I started out so sure.
Each movement inflected with meaning
in some afterlife tally of the good.,
But now, this mad excursion in this body
unleashed towards a destination unknown.
(Today, tomorrow, a decade or two?)
Is there an arc to this heartsong of mine?
Am I riding a mounting crescendo
spun up from my native passion
or lost in the distractions of continuing to please?
Am I fulfilling the soul-seed’s promise now ready to bloom?
Or stifling the growth with my searing judgments?
Is there an arc to this heartsong of mine?
Can I step out of the swell of the music
and see the motif moving to a resolution?
O Beloved Spirit,
You have heaped blessing upon blessing,
goodness upon goodness,
and still I am baffled by your love,
baffled by how I am bathed in a balm of grace.
Is there an arc to this heartsong of mine?
Will the music carry me over the edge
and keep playing me, playing with me?
Each day I walk with you, I know only gratitude
and it seems to sustain this heartsong of mine,
bridging the moments with an underlying graciousness,
with a grace that brings on a marvelness-ness.
So I resolve this motif of an arc
with marvel—
how else am I to feel the music of this moment?
I am left with no recourse but to steep in the marvel-filled,
joy in the marvel-infused.
My opus rescued, redeemed, even saved
by your incantation of the marvelous.