This is a sonnet about one of those moments when something barely perceptible comes into your awareness, and you are able to stop and receive it as a gift.

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I can hear something underneath the sound
Of the congregational response when
I realize you’re humming, and I am unwound;
My worry’s untied as your tune takes me in.
Your quiet hum stops when our reading
Pauses, and in the silence words hang above,
Hover, and fall upon hearts in meaning
In flaming tongues of fire and love.
And just as we resume this conversation,
Your descant renews adding to the swell
Of voices a levity, a childlike elation
Of wonder which breaks the Disenchanter’s spell.
People, be patient when children hum and make art;
It’s a gift to unweary and unburden your heart.

© Randy Edwards 2016
artwork: A scene from C.S. Lewis’ Voyage of the Dawn Treader by Madeleine Edwards, 2011.