Tuesday, December 26, 2017

The Creation

When I first heard Haydn’s Creation,
I was alone in my dorm room
At the University of Colorado.

My then best friend came jogging by
With my now husband,
And when they called up, “Hey!”

I made them come upstairs to hear
This incredible musical moment—
When God said, “Let there be light.”

For nine minutes, all is quiet and lovely, preparing.
Then God speaks, and, in one of the
Most glorious moments of words matching music,

The dynamic range explodes,
And the timpani goes crazy—

“And there was LIGHT.”

Choir Reversal

My mom once told a story of her college choir.
The director handed out two pieces to rehearse:

Lord Nelson Mass by Haydn
and German Requiem by Brahms.

The Mass they loved from the first moment—amazing.
But the Requiem? Ick! What was the director thinking?

By the time of the performance, though,
Their thoughts had entirely changed.

Lord Nelson Mass was so simple, they were bored
(As they might have guessed, when they sang it well the first time through).

But the Brahms? They had wrestled and worked that piece,
Until, by their performance, it was entirely transformed into a work of beauty.

They loved it thoroughly.

As well they should. It is magnificent.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Catastrophic Disappearance

The wise men saw the star in the East
Proclaiming the King of the Jews.

Six hundred years in the waiting,
Since their Daniel prepared the way.

Yet the star, which guided the wise men
Directly to the place where the young child was,

Was absent earlier. Hence, their disastrous visit
To mad King Herod.

This is one of those uncomfortable moments
Where the reader wonders . . .

Did the star vanish simply
So the prophecies may be fulfilled?

Out of Egypt I have called my son and
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation.

And if so, with so much precision,
Why could the prophecies not have been

For good
And not for ill?

Perhaps because the story of Jesus
Is a story of a foreigner, of grief

But also worship, successful quest,
Miraculous provision, invitations

Accepted,
Rejected.

Perhaps the star’s catastrophic disappearance

Accurately foreshadows much of the whole story.