TO A SACRED CHOIR
IN HONOR OF THEIR BECOMING THE BEAUTY
THAT COURSED THROUGH RACHMANINOFF
That white beauty of voices
weaving their harmonies
of sound like supple slips
of summer straw weave a crown.
Open throats, like young spring birds:
eyes open, hearts open…
The people are open!
And music streams through
like snow-water pure
Some years ago I attended a community choral concert in Bend Oregon where I lived and was so astonished at how the music opened everyone who sang it that I went home and wrote this poem.
The people gave themselves as song gifts to the gift Rachmaninoff gave and community happened. This kind of community, full of gift-giving, creating harmony and beauty together is what I have longed for, and now find here at Redbubble with you, in spirit. One day, hand in hand, flesh to flesh, we will dance to the music of freedom coming from our own hearts as this competitive, consumeristic spell is broken.