The Organ Hymn

a Sonnet

For Steven Smith

Majestic organ, thousand-piped doth sound

It's trumpets flutes and strings unhindered through

Luxurious, spacious seats and people pound

Their feet in wild approval. It is true

That money could not buy a finer rig

Than stands on high above the average Joe;

That no expense was spared to make this gig

The top event as organ pipings go.

But I'm an heretic of this belief

That money makes the music so much more

Effective in providing sweet relief

From boredom in a world whose lives are poor

And blind and naked, lacking praise for Him

Who made the man who made the organ hymn.