Poem by David

In the chatter of the morning street noise
I awakened to a procession stepping in time
with the clashing of timbrels
Selah … Selah … Selah

The singers passed in front of me
as the minstrels played in harmony
with the clashing of timbrels

A beautiful maiden on a horse-drawn wagon
and soldiers with golden armor
with the clashing of timbrels

I looked to where it was headed
to a gathering at the sanctuary
with the clashing of timbrels
Selah … Selah … Selah

(A past life memory)