There is a sacred ringing in everything– 

a holy reverberation 

through the brass of humanity 

belying what seems to be, 

propelling me, 

telling me: 

peer beyond invisible.

Reach beneath the sordid dying of this world.

Listen for plangent life: 

willows, oaks and pines applaud

and river rocks cry out.

Hear true of true: 

a child singing in the dark.

Look to the morning star,  

shining for even one to see.

Hear the sonorous melody 

rolling out like laughter.

For the Holy Deep 

is calling out to deep.

And we must answer.