Going Where the Heart Sings

So I close my eyes and ponder where my heart sings....
for many years that seems to be God's call on my heart, whether friend or stranger;
to ask the essential question, or wheedle about it in a sneaky manner,
"Where does YOUR heart sing?"

We are these strange and wild creations of God; unique in the vastness of creation,
because of the great magnitude of the creator, billions of unique creations are possible.
As the essence of created in the image of this unknowable wonder, we must ponder,
Who we are, why we are, how we got where we are, in this hour, in this place,
"Where does MY heart sing?"

Today my heart sang in the bliss of a missed appointment, that was met/reunited on a walk,
It was the constant echo in the voices of friends, learn our language, let's share stories;
It was in the area beyond communication during worship in a language I know so little of;
In the pulsing beat of the prayers and liturgy that beat like a drum on my soul,
The sound of A heart singing.

For all the years, for all the joy of watching others find their song, the song of their heart,
the song of mind-body-soul yearning to love in the vastness of creation,
It was good to hear my heart sing in rest, respite and so much in the familiar feeling;
God's wondrous creation, living in my own skin, flesh and blood, toil and love.
Mystery Alive in the heart singing.

Why does it often take the depths of pain, the agony of a lonely heart to strain our ears to listen,
To find a place of tranquility or serenity, or even noisy familiarity that lulls us to be aware,
Aware of the deep abiding need of the fullness of creation that constantly calls out our name,
The name of a special creature, borne to create the awesomeness that lies in our beings for others,
To BE the sound of a heart singing.

Listening to the rhythm of prayer and words embedded from countless times of worship,
and yet calling in a new voice, in a new language, my heart was so ready to listen, to dance,
In this place, I hear the sound so loudly, so boldly, singing of the wonderment,
To invite, to spy, to be the ever cheering fan for the greatest of games, the game of life,
This is the beauty, the gift of hearing the songs of the hearts of creation.

How do you let your heart sing?  How loudly, boldly, authentically does it ring out?
How do you affirm the wonder and awesomeness of God who created you to be a creator?
Where, how, what makes your heart sing?