Perhaps we stumbled
on the words, perhaps
we forgot a note,
forgot a bridge,
bumbled our entrances,
fumbled our parts,
but we sang, oh yes,
we sang into the low golden light
of summer, sang
because joy, because
harmony, sang because
lonely, because fear,
sang because, tears
spilling down our cheeks,
we could sing, oh friends,
before we said goodbye,
we could sing.
“But we sang” and I bet you did!!! Sweet voice, sweet song, sweet calling to connect — oh, how sweet it must have been to hear those sounds melding into a golden veil of expanding light! I’m happy you sang. I’m happier yet that you SING!!! Love and Namaste, Augusta
Augusta, thank you! It was so sweet, so sweet. I love you so. xoxo
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Such a moving poem, it exists apart from its context. Love the spirit.
Rachel, thank you, yes, in all contexts, singing together has this effect on me. Thanks for this comment, Rachel.