Sitting in Michael's Lap
At first, I started reading this silently, as is usual for me. But halfway through the second stanza, something compelled me to begin again, this time reading it aloud ...
I was amazed at how, despite the fact that the syllable count and meter are not "perfect" in the strictest sense, this flowed like silk over my tongue. I felt swept up by the tale you told -- and as I neared the end, I experienced something that, for me, is very rare.
As I read the last line, my voice trailed off ... there was a fluttering beneath my heart and tears were dancing in my eyes. I simply have no words for what this made me feel, but whatever it was, it was wonderful.
Thank you truly for this.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest