The Sound of Redemption

The idea of sound

has always been

one of my favorites.

The_Sound_of_Redemption

To watch fireworks

as they hit the top of an inky black sky

and shudder delightedly at the boom that follows.

To touch the frosted window

as the snowflakes dissolve into teardrops

and hear the howling of the wind as it kisses my cheeks.

To leap into

a heap of fire-tinted leaves

and hear the crunch as well as feel it.

Sound has always been

my favorite sense,

but I stand in awe and admiration of the people

who make it their favorite fantasy.

To be captivated

by the darkened thunder clouds

and understand their frustration

of some misfortune here below.

To watch a bird

singing, perched on a budding branch,

and wonder of the songs inside her.

To leap into

a heap of fire-tinted leaves

and take in the smell as well as feel them.

I know there are sounds

too wondrous to describe.

And it pains me to know

that some cannot share in them.

Though I have always loved sound,

the idea of redemption

has become

my favorite.

To read a promising verse

as it bubbles to the surface of a well-worn page

and breathe delightedly that it is meant for me.

To touch the frosted window

as the snowflakes dissolve into teardrops

and know that my own will someday be wiped away.

To be captivated

by the roaring thunder clouds,

sensing the power of the One who works all things

for the good of those who love Him.

To hear a bird

singing, perched on a budding branch,

and smile that she was created so lovingly.

To leap into

a heap of fire-tinted leaves

and hear the crunch as well as feel

the joy of the life I have.

I stand in shock and sorrow of the people

who believe it a simple fantasy.

I know there is a grace

too wondrous to describe.

And it pains me to know

that some do not share in it.

The wonder of sound

and the wonder of redemption

collide

in the words:

β€œHe who has ears to hear,

let him hear.”

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Cindy Green is a Canadian homeschool student who wants to live in a world where rain is colorful and mint chocolate chip ice cream is acceptable for daily consumption. But she is contented to live in one where dogs exist, fireworks are a regular occurrence, and trees are climbable objects. She began scribbling out fiction and keeping a journal at around age seven, and last she checked, hasn’t stopped. Aside from obsessing over the arrangement of words and fantasizing about maple-syrup-coated beavertails, Cindy spends her time playing piano, looking at pictures of outer space, loudly singing along to music, exploring the dictionary, attempting Highland dancing, and reading. She hopes to someday publish a book of her own, learn to skateboard without getting scraped, and witness the aurora borealis in the Yukon. Most of all, she wants to live her life colorfully and passionately for the glory of a good God and to point to her Creator as the source of all joy.
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  1. Cindy, this is such a gorgeous poem! I have officially bookmarked this page. πŸ˜€
    And great graphic…

  2. I think this is my favorite poem of yours, Cindy! You just keep getting better and better.

  3. *shivers* Beautiful. Love how you wove those two concepts together. Excellent work. πŸ™‚

  4. Wow, this is great. πŸ˜€

  5. Maya Wylie says:

    Beautiful, Cindy. I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I love the vibe of your poetry. You have a unique voice and your word-weaving is always so beautiful:) This is one of my favourites <3 Keep up the good work, bestie!

    • Maya, you shouldn’t say these things when you know perfectly well that I’m home now and can’t hug you in person! Thanks, bestie <3 <3

  6. Okay, Cindy. This is…this is just GORGEOUS. Not only could I clearly hear every sound you described, I could FEEL them as well. *shivers* Wow.

  7. I loved the sentiment you captured here, Cindy! Thank you for sharing!

  8. Agh I almost never cry with poetry but this one has my teary eyed

  9. Wow…this is really, really powerful!! Just out of random curiosity, do you happen to be an ENFP? πŸ˜‰ I totally get the vibe that this poem describes exactly the type of stuff I would write. πŸ™‚ Great job!!!

  10. I love it so much! All your poems are so moving. Fantastic job Cindy!

  11. WOW!! I just got around to reading this, and WOW. Amazing work, Cindy!! I love this so much!

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