A True Note

I want to lift a song of praise to You, Lord
And have its notes fall as clear and bright
On the day as birdsong,
Unsullied by varying interpretations
Or the applications and miscalculations of even my loving,
Yes, my loving neighbor bound by the constraints
Of experience, empathy, education, expression.
Pure ecstatic praise so incapable of misconstruation
That may in one wondrous bolt connect the core
Of me to the core of You
And by its arc set the flames of Love
In the hearts of men as Word striking mind
Casts its spark and so is caught
Amid the kindling of our lives.
Teach me to sing a true note.