Soft hymns in quiet churches
Exposed skin, absorbing every note
Chasing heavy thoughts deep into the forest
A sense of relief, a reunion, never tiring of it’s company
Moments of silence at song’s end, a comforting embrace
A pause, a single grain of sand falling, cascading down a slope
Sounds of forgiveness, reaching out to me
Burdens melting, at least for now
Mat Aru Poetry 