THE MUSIC PLAYED EACH DAY

“What goes around comes ‘round again,” an ancient proverb quotes,
In subtle ways our debts are paid – the way we’ve treated folks.
That works in silent, secret ways, kind deeds and acts we’ve done,
Come ‘round to sing their melodies, in tunes for everyone.

With those in business corridors, a smile can light the way,
Some walk life’s road with heavy loads, your interest cheers their day.
A choir of silent music fills those dark and empty rooms
Of hearts that need a caring touch, to find their inner tune.

That moves upon the tones of love, creating symphonies,
That blends in warm vibrations with ideals for you and me.
Life’s circling carousel moves on, through many lands and climes,
As choices in mysterious ways, change attitudes through time.

Creation folds its day to night, we join its sacred force
In union with all living things as we blend in with life’s source.
Hearts join hearts in the dance of life – moving gently from within
To smooth the way through every day, with co-workers, friends and kin.