Think Anew, Act Anew

observations and opinion


A friend, now with the Metropolitan Opera in New York, visited our home town this weekend to grace her friend’s wedding with song. This was one of her choices.

It is a haunting thing, a lyric speaking of joy, but one nestled in sadness. It is true that our sweetest, gentlest moments – those most honestly joyful – land like a sunbeam in the palm of your hand, broken apart by the slightest movement.

And tomorrow the sun will shine again
and on the way that I will go,
she will again unite us, the happy ones
amidst this sun-breathing earth,
and to the beach, wide, wave-blue
will we still and slowly descend
silently we will look in each other’s eyes
and upon us will sink the mute silence of happiness

You can visit my friend’s website to learn about her work and upcoming performances.  If I can obtain a recording of her rendering of “Morgen!” you will find it here then.


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This entry was posted on September 22, 2014 by in Arts and Entertainment, what is this thing called love?.
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