Day 111:

Oct 19-Chant Royal, 3 or 5 stanzas, ababccddedE, envoi ddefE or ccddedE.typically iambic pentameter(soft/loud, 10 syllables), but not always. No rhyming used twice. French. Long poem.

Title: the music of the spheres delight the soul

Oh hear the sounds before the dawn of day!

Harmoniously row upon a row

The silly strings how cosmic-like they play!

Melodiously chords warm head to toe

Compared to stellar brightly singing flame.

Creation calls beginning with its’ frame.

The stars reach out to sing along the tale.

The planets merely echo for they pale.

Each note thus plays their own harmonic role.

The universe thus calls for all to hail

The music of the spheres delight the soul.

The sun beats out the meter we’re to stay

Don’t wander off toward the night so low

But stay in warmth in water and in clay.

Befriended daylight covers us below

But what of chaos? Can we ever fail?

Oh yes! And failure causes songs to stale

But still we strive the target, try to aim.

Cacophony thus rise but then be-tame

The sound before the foes do cut the hole

Releasing purity and thus impale

The music of the spheres delight the soul.

The gentle show displays a single ray

To multitudes of light into a show

That sparkles bright to chase away the gray.

But what is this? What causes you to slow?

So snail can win and thus the hare defame

The tortoise beats the deer. Does it enflame

the gray that shows? Does sunlight now doth ail?

The storm approaches! Fiercely fight the gale!

Each precious soul Redeemer pays the toll

The song goes out for joy for ev’ry nail,

The music of the spheres delight the soul.

The Grace divine enshrined so all can pray

With joy the brightness of the sky aglow.

The galaxies, the nebulas all say

Rejoice, the Savior comes! Defeats the foe!

The mortal frame thus filled does make the claim

And proves the Word by healing all the lame.

Declare the news to all from hill and dale

To ev’ry creature, female and to male

Oh shout it out! And make it thus your goal,

From pole to pole, by land and sea to sail

The music of the spheres delight the soul.

The sound of saints defined thus keep at bay

Destructive demonics who mean us woe.

The praises of the star’s foundations lay

For us the power, telling evil “Go!”

For some our life is but a simple game,

For some our life is fortune or of fame.

For ev’ry moment life does hold detail,

The tiny speck of dust to massive whale

The eye of God designs it, makes it whole.

Until we cross beyond the shining veil

The music of the spheres delight the soul.

So sing along each star and comet’s tail.

Rejoice oh robin, join along oh quail!

All life from eagle down to smallest vole

To stars do harmonize and not to wail,

The music of the spheres delight the soul.