(c) Rabbi Menachem Creditor
those souls with strings.
Every stroke and every sound,
penetrates and swirls around.
Not suspended, undefended,
flying free, as God intended.
It touches where no word can go,
deep within, where spirit flows.
And if the blessing sought is touched,
your heart, your soul might feel the rush,
of all that is and what might be,
coursing through to set you free.