From Marquette, Michigan
Listen. Listen if you can
To the serenade of Spirit.
At times it sings quite loudly
At times so softly you can’t hear it.
But always it is there
For pure Spirit’s what you are.
It’s only when you close the mind
That you hear Spirit from afar.
But like a chorus singing
With voices high and low
You can place your ear with focus
And thus a single voice you know.
This voice sings a capella
For it needs no other tone
It sings to you, there in your heart
To let you know you’re not alone.
The finest music you can make
Is when you join with Spirit’s song
And together sing in harmony,
For then you never can go wrong.