| from Spanish by Cheryl Corey
Obscured by corner shadows, gathering dust, perhaps
forgotten over time -- there stands the silent harp.
So many hidden notes entombed on muted strings,
which like a bird asleep upon a steadfast bough,
await the snow-white hand who makes their music sing.
Alas! So too, I’ve often thought, the spirit sleeps.
It waits, like Lazarus, deep within the soul, until
it hears a voice--the Lord’s command: “Arise and walk!'