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A melodic trumpet—
baptizing with grace notes—
envelops the faithful
.
but sounds like fortissimo dissonance
to an unbeliever, as it swings
as low as is allowed without
purgatory’s repelling,
.
and likewise, the trombone—
with its glissando and its lack of
fermata—is misunderstood,
.
but if, however,
a repentant soul bows down—
.
deferring in an act of obedience
or that of inconsequential
love spirito sostenuto—
.
the jazz will reveal its own truth
in a night of resplendent awe.
.
first published in Southern Hum
“Perhaps if I only realized that I do not admire what everyone seems to admire, I would really begin to live after all.”
From No Man is an Island by Thomas Merton San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, Inc. 1955), page 126.


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