Oak trees shudder at the rest notes,
the place in Bach's B minor mass
where God's face is shown
unclothed by sharps and flats.
Like wind and lightening, these silent notes
fly into the bolted chamber,
into the heart guarded by thorns.
It is the sudden rest,
suspended, that rocks you from your
dream state, fills you with bliss
so bright you become transparent
and forget your name.
From Chaos and Surrender: Healing Poems for the Soul
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