Our lives are in concert with others; compatibly at times,
Not so well other times, but invariably, with others.
We don’t always acknowledge that togetherness, but moved to,
we quickly sense the comforts of a shared symphony.
People belong to sections of the orchestra;
Each master of their instrument;
Yet the concert belongs to more than just out “section” -
Our neighborhoods, families, circle of friends...or us.
The symphony is greater; the harmonies, complex,
With a conductor who vigilantly keeps tempo.
This concert encourages us to appreciate
The music we make with others.
The whole of creation depends on
The contribution of each part for its completion.
Interdependently, never singly and alone,
We are one with one another -
The concert is
And Love is eternal.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
The poem, “World Concert” is in my debut book of poetry: Writes of Passage