Postlude

Postlude

Lee Kiblinger

the last note of 
the old organ lingers
holding on to 
its own, long history—

the rooms fills with
that heavy, 
hanging
postlude pause— 

and the humble
murmurs of men
pour into 
the empty space—

pasteurized pleasantries 
float the balcony—
down the aisle—
through the stairwell—
to the sidewalk.

(I listen, yearning for the quiet)

yet the saturated sounds,
the simple harmonies of
family chatter,
suddenly surprise—

synchronize— 

whisking with the hour’s 
moist notes 
and wisdom-wet words,
softening my spirit—

stirring curdled anxieties
and clotted choler
and lumped regrets 
into batters of belief— 

the music of the murmur 
melds with Sabbath melody;
and its truth solidifies— 
incarnating into 
a full feast.

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Lee Kiblinger
Poet & Mother

Lee Kiblinger is a wife, mother, literature and composition teacher, and late blooming poet. She lives in Tyler, Texas, and spends her time reading classics, grading essays, laughing with her three teenagers, and enjoying long walks. Her poetry has appeared in Calla Press. You can read more of her poetry at her new blog, www.ripplesoflaughter.com. 

Photography by João Guerreiro