Aspire To Thy Soul's Highest Octave Poem by Brett White

Aspire To Thy Soul's Highest Octave



Aspire to thy Soul's Highest Octave,
Where that beautiful Sound,
In Heaven's Humble Abode, doth live:
Allow thine melodies - pure - to float around,
Until in perfect Harmony, they doth float to the ground.

Attune thyself to God's Graceful Love -
And even tho' it's easier sometimes to hate,
Knoweth within, thro' Love, thou shalt soar as a Dove -
Soareth as releas'd from Heaven's Gate:
Thro' Love and Goodwill, lives of men shall be alter'd thro' Fate.

Fate alone which knoweth not good nor bad,
Yet doth arrive so soon, most think 'tis a crime -
To spendest thy days in any state but Glad,
Glad even tho' sometime's Life's unfair; and Time
Wilt surely end even as the line of this Rhyme.

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Brett White

Brett White

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