I started this after a church choir performance in the heart of the Christmas season. The first stanza is a verse of a song that we had performed that day.
Piece of Peace
Green and silver, red and gold
And a story born of old
Peace and love and hope abide
This Christmastide, this Christmastide
Choirs singing songs of praise
To our God, each voice we raise
Bringing Christmas joy to all
The young and poor, the big and small
Service ends, the choirs leave
Congregation may believe
So do we, for one moment
But soon enough we will forget
Go back to the choir room
Met with the sound of a vacuum,
Younger singers making noise,
And loud, pretentious choir boys
I hope we brightened someone's day
We are good at that they say
But you couldn't ever tell
From the way we talk and yell
If that's so, then is all lost
Once the exit door is crossed?
Somehow I do not think so
For somewhere inside I know
It's worth all that practice time
Worth each rhythm and every rhyme
For whatever small release
Comes from that short hour of peace
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1 comment:
Über like.
And believe me, even the loud, pretentious choir boys are changed by our performing.
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