I see her with violin
And still I am burning
Still of desire, still a liar
And I'm still on fire
And I see her, there
With violin-
Such a beautiful song
She play
She never looks at me
Barely able to breathe
I try to lift my head to see
Something beautiful
In this hell-
If at all possible-
Is something different to me
She plays and plays
And she moves only her feet
As if a little dance, so sweet...
And I am crying
And I am weeping
And sobbing
And the music is sweeter
And I am almost dead-
And she looks at me, just then
With a beautiful smile
And just before I die-
A Light appears
The walls fade away-
And a million Violins play
And I am shallow
And my sins and filth
Are burned away-
And a Hand is felt
And I rise up, faint
Of beings of Wings
And the music is beautiful
And the woman stops playing her violin
And like magic all the music stops with her
And she bows to her knee-
And every Angel and Saint in Heaven Bow
And a Voice like no other is heard
And these words I hear
"Come, your chair has been pulled out for you"
Amen.
By Anthony James , © 2011, All rights reserved.
Author notes
I love you St. Mary! Mother of God my prayers to you- you received! Your
prayers for me He received- And by God's Mercy I am Saved. And my heart is
sorrowful and joyful and I am eternally Thankful.
John 19:26 "When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he
loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, "Dear woman, here is your son"