Te Deum

The click of plastic CD cases 

sets a cadence for musical exploration

in the used CD shop on Kirkwood.

The novelty of digital sound is still 

a relatively new and exciting experience for

those who grew up on cassette tapes.

I am in the jazz section ploughing 

through some John Coltrane 

feeling a love supreme when

I suddenly come full stop on 

“Te Deum” somehow misplaced 

in this part of the shop.

It is my Russian friend who made 

high recommendation of Arvo Pärt

and the name itself has me intrigued.

I hurry home and pop it into the player.

The lush yet sparse music penetrates me

like an existential dagger.

It is like a small hole has appeared

in the fabric of space-time revealing the 

Kingdom that was, and is, and is to come,

Amen.

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