Yesterday with the tree planted in its stand,
the tinsel being all that was left to do,
and the Celtic music filling the room
with the richness of its Irish brogue,
we danced, father and daughter, a jig.
And as I reached up to drape the branches
in their silver shimmer and felt the pain
make its way across my arm and chest,
I knew the last thing I would say would be
I’m glad we danced.
A photo of the inside of Pisa’s Duomo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Experience in Sound 3
Play both tracks together.
The Miracle (from A Matter of Mind)
It’s as if the statue moved — just a hair But moved. With my own eyes I saw it turn, The gold glitter of the crown dance then spurn All sense to leave its place in the sun. The air Was charged with stained light and I knelt down there, Half in fear — yes — but I felt my soul yearn To touch a marble hem and thereby learn A secret of God that would be mine alone to share. There should be, I thought, music, but there was none. Only the wind through the choir loft — and my breath. All was as it had been, and I, the only one To see it, stood alone as at my own death. With dread I stepped forth, and yet I did so believing That no loving god could ever be so deceiving.
Morris dancing in Minneapolis, Minnesota on May Day morning 2007. Team is Bells of the North. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This poem is the opening poem from my book A Matter of Mind (Foothills Publishing, 2004.) It has just recently been set to music by Chris Harford who has included it on his new album. I am of course pleased, although there are some unsettled issues about permissions that need to be resolved. I’ve told him that once the issues are worked out, I’ll add a link so you can find it easily and download his music.