Without instruments
these voices coming together
rising up to the ceiling, to
heaven
one voice, to You swelling
as a wave, as a great
crescendo
rising to greet us
to wash over us
These were the words they
chanted,
prayed together, the six
voices joined in a round
a dance of the song, rising
and falling
following the metronome of
his direction
the movement of his hand
pulling them with him
stronger, stronger
I felt the words, murmuring
through the sanctuary
a wave moving through the
still space, darker in the back
far down the center aisle I
stood, offering basket in hand
joining their song in
humming, not wanting to break the spell
of their singing, but sharing
the ancient words of Latin
not speaking them really,
breathing instead
A capella voices, chasing
each other in round,
threads moving together, in
motion
wrapping us in the joy of
the words
The words mean Give us
Peace,
and they do, each time the choir
sings
softly, emphatically,
spiritually,
those words of God’s grace
edited January 4, 2014
Dona Nobis Pacem – v5
(editing version 3)
Edited November 27, 2013
Dona Nobis Pacem – v4
(editing version 2)
Edited August 24, 2013
Dona Nobis Pacem – v3
(from original)
Edited August 23, 2013
Dona
Nobis Pacem – v2
November 19, 2006 21:32
Dona
Nobis Pacem
Rejuvenation service
Wesley United Methodist Church
Concord, NH
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