Choosing an Upward Trajectory

Mixed mediaUncertainty of Heart

Amid most fond expressions of affection, endless love,

Devotion and determination to be stewards of

These sentiments and feelings, is that little nagging voice

That tells us it would not be so if we had any choice,

Because we are perfidious by nature, roaming, weak,

And fearful of commitment to degrees we cannot speak,

And paranoid, on top of it, that others are the same,

And so we speak our pretty vows and play our little game,

Attempting to convince ourselves as much as other folk

That our desires and adoration aren’t some flimsy joke—

The shocking Surprise Ending to this tale is that at death,

Some of us finally realize upon our final breath

That all of it was true, and that our hearts were so inclined;

Too bad we take so long, we fools, to see that we have lived as blind.

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In a room with bright light and bright sound

It’s as though all the birds in the wide world have set

Their hearts on singing out the highest praise

Of sun and stars and moon, of life and light and love,

And of being wingèd things up in the broad green roof

Of the springtime world–and yet this song,

Sung in truth by mortals mere, by trebles in

The spring of their own lives, can only hint

At the brilliant sweetness of having been born to sing.

22 thoughts on “Choosing an Upward Trajectory

    • Sung in honor of a Sunday birthday girl, of course!

      Actually, you might like to hear the incredible piece that was being rehearsed when I wrote this; I was transported. It’s posted on YouTube so I can share it with you, though it’s a true rarity–it was performed at the Boston Early Music Festival last June by some of Richard’s University of North Texas Collegium singers from a UNT colleague’s new edition of a virtually unknown piece of early Italian music (Agostino Steffani) written for 8 treble voices, sung one on a part. Exquisite! The sound quality of the recording posted is modest, of course, as they did all of the sound engineering on the fly for the festival, but you can get a sense of its beauty in any case.

  1. Again, a great post but this time you included a beautiful link, as well. I’m with Smidge, these young voices remind me of the morning chorus of birdsong. Probably my least favorite part of Winter is that there is no such symphony to welcome the Sun — and if ever the Sun could use the encouragement, it would be on a blustery January morning..

    • Thank you, John. Yes, even here in the semi-South we get fewer of the songbirds keeping us company when the cold (relatively speaking, of course!) finally arrives. Lucky for me that I have these rich musical resources around me to help make up the difference!

    • The song is so full of dazzling light that I think it captures the spirit of the text as well as any version I’ve ever heard. I couldn’t help but feel joyful when I listened to them singing it.

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