A Love Supreme
Mary Morris
—John Coltrane
No coincidence that in Renaissance paintings
the angels are playing horns. They got that right.
It’s about the deep choice, the passion
one comes into after so much suffering,
digging in and turning out
a hymn without words,
about the evolution of his song—the angelus,
acknowledgement (I have wronged),
how love turns itself on,
finding resolution in the greater Master,
the one who saves you from yourself,
about pursuance (of this earthly heaven),
passages in psalms—notes,
translated through a horn—
a deep flower,
blue throat of the Lord.
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No coincidence that in Renaissance paintings
the angels are playing horns. They got that right.
It’s about the deep choice, the passion
one comes into after so much suffering,
digging in and turning out
a hymn without words,
about the evolution of his song—the angelus,
acknowledgement (I have wronged),
how love turns itself on,
finding resolution in the greater Master,
the one who saves you from yourself,
about pursuance (of this earthly heaven),
passages in psalms—notes,
translated through a horn—
a deep flower,
blue throat of the Lord.