Friday, April 9, 2010
The Peace Choir
Sing, O heavens, shout, O depths of the Earth;
break forth into singing, O mountains,
O forest, and every tree in it. Isaiah 44:23
The women come to sing.
In the cold and icy dark we gather
to rehearse the songs of peace.
"I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield..."
Putting aside aches and pains, and serious ills,
we come to sing with that wee bit of faith,
that last urge hidden deep in the heart.
"O, if I could ring like a bell..."
The great Black Dome, the great mountain,
hears us coming, the mountain heart leaping,
"a song of peace, for their land and for mine,"
until we arrive there at Black Dome's feet,
to open our mouths and hearts for Her love,
leaving our homes with all our annoyances,
to sing, to wail, to cry out
for the world we can see, within reach.
How beautiful upon the mountains
are the feet of those who publish peace.
Annelinde Metzner April 9, 2010
Photo: Sahara Peace Choir