We need each other. The Earth and creatures need us. What keeps us from living Heaven on Earth?
A poem by Peter Osterhoudt, faithful member of our choir’s bass section, the other half of Prue, builder of things!. Peter wrote this for a dear friend’s wedding.
🙏Thankyou for the BEAUTY, Peter!❤️
- Share where wild forget-me-nots wade
along the edge of clear running water
where a great blue heron stands at sunrise
- Listen to the early spring morning
from your bedroom window,
the laughing brook and the birds in the meadows.
Look out and count the tender greens,
from pale of willow to dark of pine.
- Walk along the seashore on balsam carpets and green moss.
Smell the sweetness of the southwind
as it brushes across your faces
bearing a hint of rain.
- Listen to the chatter of the black-capped chicadee
as it flits among the topmost branches of the evergreens
and the marsh wren in her house
among the long grass.
- Paddle across a pond at evening
where ducks trail silver threads in their wake,
trout jump and fireflies appear above the water.
- See the loon
silhouetted against the setting sky
and hear his haunting song of magic.
- Bathe in the bright moonlight at timberline
watching the shadows cast by giant mountain peaks.
Lie on the sand at midnight
staring at the sky.
Feel the mystery of heaven
and the joys of earth.
- These are the things to remember.
PETER OSTERHOUDT (1988)
Barbara Lee: This is from choir member Edwina Unrath, who brings so many ideas, light and positivity to our choir. She hosts a monthly sing, Sacred Harp Catskills, at her house in Shady. I leave the "sings" there with bones singing and yah-yahs released. Thank you Edwina
Marco Granados on flute, our own Barbara Lee on piano
From a live performance at the NJ Flute Society Flute Fair 2016
AWAKEN THE WORLD, PAUL CLARKE.
Is there a silver lining in the Covid-19 cloud? Maybe an inescapable reminder that we intimately connected one and all.
April 12, 2020
May this season of renewal nourish and inspire you in this difficult time.