He calls us out of darkness, chaos, chance,
To improvise a music of our own,
To sing the chord that calls us to the dance,
Three notes resounding from a single tone,
To sing the End in whom we all begin;
Our God beyond, beside us and within.
@malcolmguite
Thank you, a friend tweeting this out sent me back to 'Sounding the seasons' and it will be perfect to take to a musician friend's birthday bash on Saturday where we are commanded to bring music and poetry as gifts to the party.