You rise, and congregated ears abound
with expectation. Soon the air is crowned
in clarity as pure, celestial sound
anoints the sanctuary. Each one’s own
precisely chimes in turn, for one alone
cannot create the resonance of tone
that’s crucial to the chorus. Willing hearts
and waiting hands coordinate with starts
and stops. The whole is greater than its parts.
The veil between the realms in times like these
becomes translucent, borne on devotees
of equal worth and echoed harmonies.
May all God’s children stand prepared, like you,
to simply strike one glorious note on cue.
2012 Mary Boren