Sunday my voice
sings your praises
in words written
before we knew
our psychology
broken chords
inducing emotion

Spirit moves within me
increases blood flow
electrochemical response
to acoustic cues
god spot in the brain
basis of spirituality

We lift up our hearts
branches bearing fruit
extoling perfect love
virtue without condition
casting out fear
make known to us
liberty’s source
ever abiding

Antiphon rings out
I hold you, beloved
beyond expectation
apart from you
I can do nothing

Posted as another response to Stuart McPherson’s music prompt and linked to dVerse Poet’s Pub for Open Link Night hosted by the immensely talented Hedgewitch.