Sunlight shining through the trees onto a piano in the woods


Some things that can only be whispered here.
As dusk’s half-light casts long shadows through the empty sanctuary, you take seat at the aged wooden piano stationed faithfully through seasons come and gone beside the pulpit that today feels startlingly too far removed. Familiar, creaking keys soon stir to sing notes infused now not solely with past mercies mourned or celebrated communally before scattered pews bearing silent witness. Tonight, the instrument becomes vessell carrying conversation too complex into language between limited mortal vocabulary and timeless Creator now seemingly closer listening intently from within silent strings and pedals. At first tentative soul chords swell sporadically amidst rests where words suspend mid air lacking coherent shape, before phrases gather momentum gradually reflecting back the kaleidoscope of emotions journeying through corridors of your heart - so long restricted yet laid bare now to examination by purging light no shadow can cast disguise across any longer. As if poetry untethered to structure or reason flows freeform to convey the alienation, euphoria, longing and uncertainty intertwined too intricately for prose...so to do melodies give voice to the formless spiritual exchange longing through frail ears to truly register meaning behind love’s mysterious unveiling after icy seasons where divine communion grew almost beyond fathom in the cave where inner most identity and intuition hibernated awaiting deliverance. Until at last as candles near extinguishing in final flickers, the conversation cresendos into liberating declaration heard finally within chambers once afraid to claim faith's promise holding securer ground than perceived - now given wings through deafening chorus aligned to highest heaven’s frequency clear as tolling bells resounding that you indeed are who creation celebrates untethered by limits once binding. The last chord's echo leaves air thicker in the darkened church heralding unseen spiritual interaction will continue as mortal and immortal si
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As dusk’s half-light casts long shadows through the empty sanctuary, you take seat at the aged wooden piano stationed faithfully through seasons come and gone beside the pulpit that today feels startlingly too far removed.
Familiar, creaking keys soon stir to sing notes infused now not solely with past mercies mourned or celebrated communally before scattered pews bearing silent witness. Tonight, the instrument becomes vessell carrying conversation too complex into language between limited mortal vocabulary and timeless Creator now seemingly closer listening intently from within silent strings and pedals.
At first tentative soul chords swell sporadically amidst rests where words suspend mid air lacking coherent shape, before phrases gather momentum gradually reflecting back the kaleidoscope of emotions journeying through corridors of your heart - so long restricted yet laid bare now to examination by purging light no shadow can cast disguise across any longer.
As if poetry untethered to structure or reason flows freeform to convey the alienation, euphoria, longing and uncertainty intertwined too intricately for prose...so to do melodies give voice to the formless spiritual exchange longing through frail ears to truly register meaning behind love’s mysterious unveiling after icy seasons where divine communion grew almost beyond fathom in the cave where inner most identity and intuition hibernated awaiting deliverance.
Until at last as candles near extinguishing in final flickers, the conversation cresendos into liberating declaration heard finally within chambers once afraid to claim faith's promise holding securer ground than perceived - now given wings through deafening chorus aligned to highest heaven’s frequency clear as tolling bells resounding that you indeed are who creation celebrates untethered by limits once binding.
The last chord's echo leaves air thicker in the darkened church heralding unseen spiritual interaction will continue as mortal and immortal si
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