A Supposition of What Music Will be Like in Heaven
I do not disparage the masters of our ages,
But it will not be like their childish efforts.
It will not be made from a reed in a pipe,
Nor a hammer hitting strings,
Nor a hand on a drum.
It will be made by the very stars themselves,
Whirling at so many different speeds
That the sounds of their movements
Will be the orchestra of Heaven.
And that orchestra will have such power as to
Shake all the firmaments and move all the winds.
And then of course there will be the choir.
There will be tens of thousands of enthusiastic voices.
And those will just be the tenors.
There will be thousands more, each with their own part,
Blending together a composition of magnificence.
The music will be staggering, beyond belief.
Far greater than we have ever heard or could ever imagine.
It will be so wondrous that all the worlds,
All of life will stop to listen.
We will join our voices too.
We will toss our heads back and simply sing.
And it will be good.
We will be part of that glorious chorus.
And it will be very good.
I can hardly wait to hear that music.
To feel the excellence.
To breathe the beauty.
To stand in the wonder of it all.
Oh, how astounding it will be!