Ah...

O Beloved Spirit, 
From the cords of our voice
A vibratory exaltation that births an Ah….
Ah…the moon,
Ah…the freshly fallen snow
Ah…the sweetness of a child’s tender heart.
And out of this Ah, an Ah…men,
joy in the so-be-it-ness of this Moment
that what will be will be, Ah…men.
Being without regret of yesterday,  Ah…men,
being without fear of tomorrow, Ah…men,
being enthused with the song of
this Moment of this Holy Here…Ah…men, Ah…men.
Along the cords of our voice a vibratory exaltation
that births an Ah…
Ah…that grace abounds in forgiveness,
Ah…that the love of a soul-friend forever connects,
Ah…that a native gratitude changes everything.
And out of this Ah, an Ah…men,
a joy in the richness of this Moment, Ah…men,
in the wealth of uncommon friendship, Ah…men,
in the lavishness of simple pleasures, Ah…men,
in the rapture of yet one more day on Earth, Ah…men.
May we sing a song of exultation
being enthused with the resonant chords of
this Moment of this Holy Here. ..Ah…men, Ah…men.