Trembling Strings of Faith
In the maze of life's despair, letters dry as bones,
A soul yearns for a spark, a voice to call its own.
Amidst the cloak of faith, seeking a divine door,
To transcend the tangible, to connect and explore.
Golden bells and pomegranates, a rhythm so profound,
The tremble of a violin, where joy and fear are bound.
In the search for holiness, a dance of light and shade,
The sound of silence echoes, where sacred truths are made.
With every note of longing, in a world of unseen strings,
The heart beats for the whisper of the One who sings.
For in the trembling moments, joy finds its place,
In the sacred symphony of love and grace.
The robe of understanding, beyond mere human sight,
In the trembling of creation, the word of God takes flight.
Oh, to see the door, in faith, and not through eyes alone,
To hear the silent song, and feel the sacred tone.
