Last night, about 10 pm, Math Man and I found ourselves surrounded on our own driveway by the young people who make up Pomona College's Glee Club. They are touring the East Coast and we had them to dinner. And before they left, they gathered around the ping-pong table that The Egg had set up on the driveway and which moments before had been the scene of a madcap round robin game and sang. Their voices were so clear, so crystalline, I could hardly bear to listen. I loved watching their faces, the eyes that danced, the quirky smile on my own son's face as he took a spot in the ring for their second piece.
They sang Vaughn Williams "Rest" (from this Christina Rossetti
poem)... and a setting of "Amazing Grace" that I first heard when
they sang in Rome. It was amazing. It was grace. They were bright and shining like the sun.
I've been thinking today gratitude. The notes that students have left for me. The music last night. How gratitude perdures. How it is sweet and bracing both, like my tea.
...thank you what in us rackets glad
what gladrackets us...
What a glad and wonderful racket.
Thank you. Grateful to hear your voice, too!
ReplyDeleteGrateful to have it back again!
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