This is a poem by Ann Madsen, one of my religion professors at BYU. I stumbled upon it while reading the biography of her husband Truman G. Madsen
The Music of Home
The Music of Home
The music of home:
a subtle melody hard to improvise
while far away.
Now
as it crescendos
surrounding me,
sometimes
in simple silence
or cacophony
of busy
growing,
it seeps
into my heart,
familiar counterpoint
of children, parents
helping to perfect each other’s natures
in the close harmony
called home.
It takes
a time
away
to hear it
properly.
The singsong
day to day
sometimes
obscures
the melody,
and dissonance
seems dominant,
though we’re so seldom
really out of tune.
Sometimes
we just don’t sing aloud
the crowded chords
our hearts compose.
We think that
each one
knows
how dear a part
his is in
our song.
Heard at a distance,
half a world
away
it sounds
so solid a thing,
not easy
to contrive
but so alive
with
heavenly strains
that
I must hurry home
to sing
with you!
(Ann N. Madsen, “Finding Family Harmony in a Dissonant World,” Clark Memorandum, Spring 1995, 11-15)
I share this because it reflects my own feelings about the home… or maybe at least what I want them to be? Anyways, it struck a chord with me.
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