Through Songs and Deeds
by Michael Doyle

The Empirical Arbitrator is who decides.
The rest of us are along for the ride.
Whatever happens, happens as it does.
Past or present, it is as it never ever was.

Our revelations are preordained, 
However easy or however strained.
It isn't ours to interfere.
But it is our sacred duty to persevere.

Construed as blasphemy, it might be war.
Seen as something else, it adds up to more.
It seems hypotheticals do not truly matter.
But with a little music, the bindings shatter.

Soothing notes are a code for harmony.
The difference that brings peace is the frequency.
In a circle of fifths, we complete life's song.
As it plays out, we find where we belong.

Music is just a language that we have not yet learned.
From it are life's lessons yet to be discerned.
It's there in our need for the simplest translation
That the Maestro finds hidden truths for his explanation.

It's the gambles that we must take,
The ones that make what it is they make.
These reshape the world for our mystic good.
This is the truth of planetary music understood.

Simple water is the greater bringer of life.
It washes away fear and takes away strife.
As we begin to explore the reaches of space,
There touch of eternity are God's embrace.

Cryptic messages adrift from the future
Become the ways that we learn to nurture.
One after one, we lean in to simply listen,
Caught up as we are, we watch starlight glisten.

Fate is what we make through our choices,
Made as it is by choosing which of the voices
We choose the choices that bind and lead
Where they lead through our songs and deeds.

(c) July 10, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved