I like this poem from yesterday's Writer's Almanac. It makes me hopeful and kinda happy, two h-words that I've craved of late.
"I shall keep singing!" by Emily Dickinson.
I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes—
Each-with a Robin's expectation—
I—with my Redbreast—
And my Rhymes—
Late—when I take my place in summer—
But—I shall bring a fuller tune—
Vespers—are sweeter than Matins-Signor—
Morning—only the seed of Noon—
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Hey girl... I like it! I have to share a piece we did recently with a similar theme called "Earth Song." Think close, evocative harmonies, that don't resolve until the very last minute. Here's a you-tube recording, great audio. It's a great listen. Enjoy, and keep singing. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAsoUo3soag
Sing...
Be...
Live....
See...
This dark stormy hour, the wind it stirs. The scorched earth cries out in vain, in vain.
Oh war and power, you blind and blur. The torn heart cries out in pain, in pain.
But music and singing have been my refuge. And music and singing shall be my light.
A light of song, shining strong, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Through darkness and pain and strife, I'll sing, I'll be, I'll live, I'll see...
Peace. Peace.
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