Melody of This Hour

by Jessica Jang

Just like the last notes of a cadence 

Man is caught in growing ebbs and fast flows,  

the present, 

a moving melody that taunts in its  

tension 

running towards harmonic resolution yet 

remaining, lingering, in the time before those final notes ring sweet. 

In the suspense of eternity, we are called to perpetual progress. 

Chests pound and cheeks glisten 

in work and song for the coming King 

Con moto! Dissonant, quick  

Bare feet on the pavement, running from  

deep shadows of indulgence, shouts of mirth, tyranny on earth 

with pants of praise, praise, praise 

The hour before eternity remains in stillness, even so. 

sitting, yet without idleness  

praying, and not in vain 

This caesura, a break in the flow, to absorb and prepare, as 

Silence hums a summer song, delightfully soft, 

“Come rest- 

 yearning for heaven can be quiet.” 

And itching for the crescendo of life to end, 

invisible pummeling of souls toward holy redemption … 

Trust! that 

each day, the horizon draws closer to the dawn  

of the true Morning Star. 

each moment, the growing light compels with warmth,  

promising fiery glory. 

So in the foretaste of goodness- 

right until the imminent moment when  

The curtain is torn! 

The heavens and earth kiss! 

The melodies of eternity lose their echo, 

fading into the endless symphony of praise, 

we race and wait.