Ya Sami, Ya Basir

Ya Sami, Ya Basir

Ahh! The moon is full!
No wonder I can’t sleep.
Thank You
for bringing me
out
into its radiance.
The cicadas drone in celebration,
and tree frogs “ribbit” in response.
Vibration pulses
everywhere,
in light,
in sound,
in hearts.
This week I learned
it really matters
who tunes your piano,
what they are hearing,
and how their heart is tuned.
Overtones linger
of our own narratives
we have whispered.
What is the story
we are telling ourselves?
Is it Yours,
O You who hear all things
and know
when we are out of tune?
Rectify us in Your truest sound.
Realign our voices
and all our corresponding movements
into praise,
into songs of celebration,
of service, and of love!
Ahh! Lady, sweet Lady
who listened so well,
you brought forth new being
within such radiance—
the sound of the Beloved,
whispered through an angel,
became a blessed son
whose word opened hearts
and still does.
May we, also, listen with such care
to the songs
that You are singing
in our lives,
in our deepest hearts,
O Sami, You Who Are All Hearing,
the Most Beautiful Sound of all sounds.