Finding A Sacred Sound

Looking for the right sound like the purity of A.M. after midnight, when road and wind hum along and the heart beats just right- There's a saint so they say, for every purpose and every day, the thing they forget to mention is the direction of the intention, whether meant to sweetly surprise or sent to severely chastise- Tune the radio to the turning of the tires, pass phone poles and hear static in the wires; a voice from a distant station, takes to the airways like a sacred manifestation, it rings with the divinity of a sweet destination, the song breathing air like love, with a longing inclination- Listen now, with a heart-tuned ear to hear beyond this moment alone, and through the static of the night, you just might find the song of a Saint, singing you home- (Dedicated to the long-haul, all-night truckers out there who deliver us everything we need; who need a saint to deliver them safely home.)