SONGS AND PROPHESIES
A Poem by Kristine Amundrud
There is a song
about to burst forth,
straight out of your chest–
mimicking birds at dawn.
Listen for it–be attentive.
Do you feel the heavenly vibrato?
Receive it from your Maker–
a chorus for the nations!
You thought your anthem was lost forevermore–
the melody gone missing
in a drawn-out season of mourning,
replaced by a dim funeral dirge.
But I tell you, it was there all along–
part of your inheritance.
Like the robin, a harbinger of spring,
declares a new season of lush joy,
your song will surge out of gutters!
Anticipate a bumper crop,
with overflowing baskets of ripe,
abundant fruits.
Juice trickling down your chin
as you lift up
your hands in unabashed praise!
There is a song pouring out of you!
Renounce shrinking back and diminishing.
Resist blending in with harmonies.
Your voice is an a cappella solo,
preordained by the Father–
the melody written ideally fits your range,
with a phrase the shape of redemption–
a motif of freedom!
Your song rises up to greet soprano notes–
a mountain-peak melody to honor our God.
Exhale each and every fear.
All dissonance will end in the home key–
a chord that sighs
and impeccably utters–
Amen.