Song of the Violin


Notes escape from the violin as bow kisses strings

Breathe of a melody  pure as whisper of angel wings

Shattered windowpane allows heaven to share

Nocturnal sighs escape through the balmy air

When dawn awakens household below

Violin will remain alone with its bow

Dusty and discarded on wooden attic box

Neglected, rejected like unmated socks.

But the predawn medley so hauntingly sweet

Is joined with serenade in the stars complete

With seraphim and other heavenly host

Crying Holy, Holy, Holy to His Utmost


About Iris D

Pastor, former youth pastor who writes skits, devotionals, poems,and short stories. Won awards on short stories and poetry, and have published both poetry and non-fiction.

4 responses to “Song of the Violin

  1. love your humor here,
    witty piece.


  2. Sad, sweet, joyous, full of hope. You managed to present all of these with such a lovely presentation of words. I like your poetry very much. Hugs, pat

  3. This is so beautiful. I can hear the sad lonely song of the violin and feel the hopefulness rising out of the dusty attic. Very nicely done!

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