The hard cries of hatred,
war,
cruelty,
blame and suffering

echo off the hills

and fly to the changing clouds,

where they spin in the soft spaces between the stars
and in the hum of ivory moons.

The tides turn,
The planets spin,
And the heavy cries of humankind
Lift into angel song.

by Robert Bode

The Birth of Music - Ryan Main

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