Love is a Melody
Love is a melody.
Its soft and gentle hands
Play a piano
On the seat of Heaven--
As calm as the wind is free
Playing a tune that heals the soul--
The sound of purity.
It is the tune I hear
When I am sleeping
And the dance of peace is seen
As I sit upon the sacred shore
Of a soothing, moonlit dream.
I hear it when I hear the voice
Of kindness in the air,
A voice that seeks to stop the cry
Of the hurt one weeping there,
And such a sound is like none other--
It is longed for oh so much
And knowing this,
This precious sound
Will turn into a touch.
It has touched the sky when it was gray
And stricken ill with sorrow
And gave to it a touch of light,
And a rainbow's path to follow.
It has touched the land with things of beauty
To behold with grateful eye--
To treasure always within the heart...
Not forsaken
Nor ever passed by.
Here in this world, a band will march
To the sound of hate's dismay--
But you will find that not every heart
Will pause to march this way.
For there are hearts that have been touched
By the will to understand
No good will come to those who march
In hatred's marching band.
Stand strong, oh hearts who hear the sound
That whispers in the sky
A promise of peace,
In such a tune
That's played for you and I..
Its soft and gentle hands
Play a piano
On the seat of Heaven--
As calm as the wind is free
Playing a tune that heals the soul--
The sound of purity.
Love is a melody.
~T.S. Wilkins~
