Celestial Music

I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she's unusually competent.

by Louise Gluck Click to read full poem

Comments (30)

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing...................................
The nonbeliever sees the material, the believer clings to what unmaterial, perhaps god is what dwells in the human spirit. Celestial music is heard by those with faith in their own divination. A wonderful poem.
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The love for forms, heaven and earth is celestial music. A great poem.
Two opposing personality who both give a pluralistic view to their existence. A heart-warming story.
A fantasy, a genuine occurring. The voice of the lyric does not know. There are some exotic lines in this and the lyrics isn't fixed on one experience as it were. There are three distinct angles in this ballad or subjects that it attempts to deal with. http: //www.4cashpath.com/
Very nice poem indeed. Enjoyed very much.
Beautiful poem of understanding through reflecting on somebody else's personality. I love that she shows how her friend, who is always talking to God, is actually more of the realist embracing the world AS IS, while she herself is not; this is a nice representation of God, that God can help you deal with reality instead of just escape it.
A great write by Louise Gluck.....
Celestial music incorporated in a celestial poem. Enjoyed reading.Well deserved modern poem of the day.
We're very quiet. It's peaceful sitting here, not speaking, The composition Fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air Going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering- It's this stillness we both love. The love of form is a love of endings.....fantastic expression. A beautiful poem of Louise Gluck is amazingly posting here.
wow great words- It's this stillness we both love. The love of form is a love of endings. // superb and really a celestial poem
My friend draws a circle in the dirt; inside, the caterpillar doesn't move. She's always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image Capable of life apart from her. great and beautiful great 10+++++++++++++
Another nice one - the thoughts of death and ending life, very well put together
Nice impact
Some people take charge to make a difference and some people sit on the sidelines..it's a matter of circumstances and the results can be surprising.. very philosophical.. a ten..
This is plain banality, sophomoric poetry, and I will explain by showing why she does not raise to the Nobel level simply as follows: Every Grain of Sand by Bob (Nobel) Dylan.
Thank you for that! The line She's always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image Capable of life apart from her really resonates with me. Well thought out!
I like this poem very much. It feels contemplative. Its imagery and soft emotions are nicely versed. One steps out of this poem with an absence of answer, which is a feeling many of us share.