By Frederick Blanchard
As fingers dance caressing the ivory,
Hear the melodic heart beat,
Of the Prayers lifted up within the chords,
Of praises to our Lord’s Mercy Seat.
Feel the waltzing of uniting souls,
To the graceful touch of inner reflection,
Released through the Ivory keys of love,
Leading in the direction of our affection.
Flowers sway in a gentle motion,
Some bow while others look to heaven,
Each in their own meditative waves,
Displaying their worshipful expression.