Golden Rose

It was written in the back of my copybook in May 1979. A splendid refrain, I penned by accident as I prepared to write an essay. Hymns and songs are a bizarre business. Yet they are written on hearts and minds, souls and spleens. Inked upon our skin, they reach deep into our inner framework our scaffolding and our bone marrow. I was mystified by the hymn and what happened. Positive and negative questions converge and emotions balance like a seesaw as we sing.