A Lost Chord

This particular poem is not one of my own. I heard this read by Ravi Zacharias on one of his radio broadcasts and so I looked it up. It's called "A Lost Chord" by Adelaide Procter.

Seated one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.

It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease.

I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
And entered into mine.

It may be that Death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.

Hearing The Symphony

by Kurt Juergens

One hears as from a cellist's bow
The love his own heart needs to know
And learning Who provides these things
He hears it joined by other strings

Another, first the clarinets
In soaring bursts with no regret
She burns inside to say the same
And turns to Christ who took the blame

Some watch, while in their final phase
The trumpeter throws his mute away
And joyfully begins to play
A ballad of unending days

It's noticed still by other men
Admiring the Composer's pen
Thus curious, they turn their ears
A perfect symphony to hear