When Chandeliers Break and Heaven Falls

I kept thinking about this, about how I could forge Beautifully Broken and Crescendo together. When a chandelier meets a music note, I wondered, what happens? And what does this have to do with me? And where does God fit into this? Sadly, most people who write poetry on blogs run the risk of sounding like a sappy goon. But I figured it didn’t really matter. 

When Chandeliers Break and Heaven Falls

I’m in a room where the ceiling is lifted

It’s lifted so high it seems like heaven falls

Down around me.

I see marble pillars, gold, and velvet

The floor below is black and white.

We’re all chandeliers

Suspended in the air

Made of crystal glass

Refracting rainbow light.

I am a chandelier

Hanging above this ball room.

Below the music plays.

The notes echo

The tempo quickens

I can feel it reverberate in

My soul.

Adagio, Legato, Staccato

I listen to the measures.

I am waiting for

                                        o

                     d

                 n

              e

            c

         s

      e

    r

C

The moment that takes them all.

When the burst of music blooms

When the rumble fills the room

It seems like heaven falls.

I forget

I’m made of glass.

I love the sound of crescendo

But it does something to me

That changes me.

Fortissimo!

I shatter

I fall.

Ten-thousand sparkling bits

Lying broken on the floor

Waiting for Him.

Waiting for Him to sweep me up.