February 14, 2006

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  I’ve always felt that since Valentine’s Day was never an occasion I had any reason to celebrate, I might as well make it better for someone else, right? So I usually take this opportunity to let all the women in my life know that they are indeed extremely important to me. Here are two poems that I would like to share with you, hot off the press. The first one is dedicated to the women in the Chamber Singers choir that I’m in, and the other is for the women of the Concert Chorale that I’m in. God bless ALL of you, man and woman, and thank you for all that you are!

  
  

  Ethereal song, caressing my heart,

  
  

  enfolding the quivering flesh gently,

  
  

  within the sonorous breath heavenly

  
  

  O! Death to joy if e’er from this I part!

  
  

  This gift, bestowed upon I, this creature,

  
  

  could no more be refused than water can

  
  

  be spurned by the exile in the wasteland;

  
  

  blessed am I to receive but a small measure!

  
  

  A holy drop deep from the wells of grace

  
  

  to echo across the soulless divide

  
  

  ‘tween notes, where but exhalations reside

  
  

  and all music fades, leaving not a trace

  
  

  but for the rapture now resonating

  
  

  within the lone heart now convalescing.

  
  

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  Oh earthly angels,

  
  

  Glorious gates through which

  
  

  Beauty enters the world and life,

  
  

  Lying humble at the threshold of

  
  

  Your feet, pays Beauty’s toll with

  
  

  Heavy sighs.

  
  

  Sing on, dear ones, sing!

  
  

  See how your voices grow as

  
  

  Slender stems of ethereal delight,

  
  

  Reaching up to tease the teardrop rain

  
  

  From the clouds, deaf, and lamenting the

  
  

  Absence of your song.

  
  

  Did you know the sun burns alone on

  
  

  But passion, the very thing you breathe

  
  

  Into the world when your blessed tongue

  
  

  Imparts but a small grace upon all present?

  
  

  The world is a dark place without you here to

  
  

  Make it shine, and how all life shudders between

  
  

  Each movement, withholding applause for fear of

  
  

  Missing even the faint whisper of your breath!

  
  

  If you listen, you will hear the rhythm of life’s heartbeat

  
  

  And the descant of life’s prayer, begging the Conductor to

  
  

  Draw a fermata above your soul.

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