Showing posts with label poetry/songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry/songs. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Twenty-Five Years Today

We already celebrated 25 years of marriage with a cruise last March.

But today is the actual day!

Sometimes, in all the busy-ness, our marriage feels a little like Tevya's and Golda's, from Fiddler on the Roof.  With our anniversary looming, it seemed an appropriate choice for us to perform at the last Light of Christ Talent Show!




A cord of three strands is not easily broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:12b


So grateful for that third cord, Jesus Christ, who holds us together when we start to fray.

And so grateful for my good, generous, faithful, funny, providing, honoring, wise and loving husband!

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Alpha Mass

Tonight, Papa Rooster, B16 and I are singing with the Choral Arts Society of Southeastern Wisconsin, at a church in Racine.  You actually would have to pay to come hear us!  We've been practicing with them for the past six Tuesday nights.

The director of this group is a new friend of ours; he and his wife have been coming to our church for the past six months or so.  He was so excited about this piece--Glenn Burleigh's Alpha Mass--that I expressed interest, and he invited not just me, but Papa Rooster and any of our teens, to join his choir for this special performance.

Alpha Mass is a traditional choral mass following the Latin form, with a Kyrie, a Sanctus, a Gloria, an Alleluia and other elements like a Credo and a setting of the Lord's Prayer.  But the music is in a non-traditional gospel style, often easing into something more like a spiritual or a gospel hymn, accompanied by a jazz ensemble of piano, organ, bass and percussion.

Oh, here is an article all about it.

I've never sung gospel before, and I'm really enjoying it!  I'm singing second soprano, and mostly it's melody with the firsts, so I've had it pretty easy.  Papa Rooster is pushing himself to reach the first tenor notes and find those difficult harmonies, since that section needs the most help, and B16 is sitting with the second tenors and singing what he can.  He wasn't particularly eager to join us at first, but we knew it would be such a good experience for him that we provided an incentive, and he's warmed up to the group and to the task as we've gone along.  We've all been so impressed with the director and how inspirational and helpful he is!  Wow, does he ever know how to draw out the best in a group, and lead you safely through a complicated score.

I woke up this morning with one of the sections stuck in my head--words of joyful praise and affirmation.  I'm so excited for tonight!

If it had been Mother,
Who opened doors when doors were closed for me,
I'd give her the praise.
I'd give her the praise.
If it had been Father, Sister, Brother,
Who set my spirit free,
I'd give 'em the praise.
I'd give 'em the praise.


But it was Jesus,
Who opened doors when doors were closed for me,
I'll give Him the praise.
I'll give Him the praise.
But it was Jesus, 
Who opened doors and set my spirit free,
I'll give Him the praise.
I'll give Him the praise.


Let's give Him the glory...
Glory...
Due His name!


Let's give Him the glory...
Glory...
Due His name! 

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Song of the Midwest Blizzard

Oh hear those snowplows rumblin'
Snow tum-tumblin' too
Come on it's lovely weather
To stay inside together with you...

Outside the snow is fallin'
And friends are callin'
"Stay home!"
Come on it's cozy weather
For a board game together
With all.

Bundle up, bundle up, bundle up, let's go
To play in the snow.
There's feet of it on
The driveway for to blow...

Bundle up, bundle up, bundle up, it's great
To live in this state.
We all
Think it's cool
There's no school
And we all get to sleep in late!

Our cheeks are nice and rosy
We're comfy cozy inside
We've got a fire in the fireplace
While the wind howls so loudly outside

Oh hear those snowplows rumblin'
Snow tum-tumblin' too
Come on it's lovely weather
To stay inside together with you!

Tune:  "Sleigh Ride"
Lyrics:  Mine, with apologies!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Here It Is

 Wrappin' up my love this 24th anniversary...

When they blow Gabriel’s horn
Rip fiction from fact
I want to get caught
In some radical act

Of love and redemption
The sound of warm laughter
Some true conversation
With a friend or my lover

Somewhere down the road
We’ll lift up our glass
And toast the moment
And moments past

The heartbreak and laughter
The joy and the tears
The scary beauty
Of what’s right here

I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas
And here it is



From "Here It Is" on Over The Rhine's Christmas album, Snow Angels 

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

First Snow

First Snow

Lighter than thistledown
Blown by a fairy, 
Fine flakes of snow fall through
Space grey and airy.

Whiter than lily that
Blows sweet in summer,
This first snow of winter,
This gentle newcomer.

from Fairies and Suchlike, by Ivy O. Eastwick

Friday, May 01, 2009

The Mayor Welcomes You

...to come see The Wizard of Oz! Opening Night is tonight; there are two shows tomorrow and one on Sunday afternoon. Enjoy the photos while we put on the show!

As Mayor of the Munchkin City
In the county of the Land of Oz
I welcome you most regally...

Barrister: But we've got to verify it legally

To see
Mayor: To see
Barrister: If she
Mayor: If she
Barrister: Is morally, ethically
City Father: Spiritually, physically
Mayor: Positively, absolutely

All: undeniably and reliably DEAD.


Coroner: As Coroner, I must aver
I thoroughly examined her
And she's not only merely dead,
She's really most sin-cere-ly dead.

Mayor: Friends, this is a day of independence
For all the Munchkins and their descendants!
Let the joyous news be spread
The Wicked Old Witch at last is DEAD!


We represent the Lollipop Guild...

(I can't believe Bantam13--now 5'8"--
fit into that orange and teal costume
on the left just a few short years ago!)

Mayor: From now on you'll be hist-ory
Barrister: You'll be hist-
Coroner: You'll be hist-
Mayor: You'll be hist-ory
All Munchkins: And we will glor-i-fy your name!
Mayor: You will be a bust
Barrister: Be a bust
Coroner: Be a bust
All Munchkins: In the hall of fame!
Tra la la la la, la la la, la la la...

Thursday, April 30, 2009

the here of this earth...this now of the sky

In honor of the last day of National Poetry month...

I just had to post these lines from e.e. cummings!

Father Rooster read them in his sermon last Sunday, quoting from Richard John Neuhaus's little book As I Lay Dying: Meditations Upon Returning. They speak so eloquently of the things that keep us from really living in the present moment:

whereling whenlings
(daughters of ifbut offsprings of
hopefear
sons of unless and children of almost)
never shall guess the dimension of

him whose
each
foot likes the
here of this earth

whose both
eyes
love
this now of the sky

I don't know what larger poem they are from--does anyone out there?

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Spelling Woes

To kick off National Poetry Month, here's one I've been been meaning to post. It'll give you a little empathy for your kids who are struggling with spelling!

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble but not you,
On hiccough, through, lough and thorough.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead--it's said like bed, not bead.
For goodness's sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat:
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there's dose and rose and lose -
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart.
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Man alive,
I'd mastered it when I was five.

Quoted by Vivian Cook and Melvin Bragg 2004,
by Richard Krogh, in D Bolinger & D A Sears, Aspects of Language, 1981,
and in Spelling Progress Bulletin March 1961, Brush up on your English.



There are more fun spelling poems here, including this one that begins:

Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.


For more Poetry Month posts, visit Semicolon's Celebrate Poetry Month round-up!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Welcome to Our World

(by Chris Rice)

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome, Holy Child
Welcome, Holy Child

Hope that You don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long awaited Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make Yourself at home

Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world

Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born

So wrap our injured flesh around you
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Happy Anniversary to Us

Twenty-two years today!

From Over the Rhine's album Snow Angels:


Darlin’, darlin’
Darlin’, darlin’

So it’s been a long year
Every new day brings one more tear
Till there’s nothing left to cry

My, my, how time flies
Like little children hiding their eyes
We’ll make it disappear
Let’s start a brand new year

Darlin’, Christmas is coming
Salvation army bells are ringing
Darlin’, Christmas is coming
Do you believe in angels singing?

Darlin’, the snow is falling
Falling like forgiveness from the sky
(Darlin’, darlin’)
Darlin’, darlin’

If I could have anything
What would I want this new year to bring
Well, I’d want you here with me

Tear these thorns from my heart
Help the healing to start
Let’s set this old world free
Let’s start with you and me

Darlin’, Christmas is coming
Salvation army bells are ringing
Darlin’, Christmas is coming
Do you believe in angels singing?...

Darlin’, the snow is falling
Falling like forgiveness, falling like forgiveness
Falling like forgiveness from the sky
(Darlin’ darlin’)

Darlin’, darlin’

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Farewell to the Leaves

The weather has turned windy, rainy and cold this weekend, and I am mournfully saying goodbye to the beautiful autumn foliage....

Leaves
by E.L. Brady

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.


A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Indian Summer and Emily Dickinson--Sacramentalist?

It's starting to get chilly here in Wisconsin: The last two mornings the house has been quite cold when I awakened, and we're all wrapping up in fleece throws until the sunshine does its heating work.

But we had beautiful "Indian summer" days last week, and I just ran across this poem that eloquently expresses how I feel about summer's end:

Indian Summer
by Emily Dickinson

These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, -
A blue and gold mistake.

Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!

Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!


***

The last six lines piqued the interest of the Anglican and the literature minor in me, so I looked up Emily Dickinson's religious beliefs. (Oh, the wonder of the internet, that we can have our curiosities fulfilled at the click of a button!) She was a Puritan looking for something transcending its rigid theology, so she blended it with Transcendentalism, creating "a third alternative":
Elisa New suggests Dickinson's third alternative to religion is closely related to the ideas of Kierkegaard, a philosopher and theologian. Dickinson "is quite simply no longer able to conceive God in the sanguine, essentially 'centered' or logocentric terms Emerson borrows . . . from Augustine . . ." (New 4). For Kierkegaard, as for Dickinson, "the very nature of religious experience requires that we yield up our sense of God as centered in our world, yield up the logos or knit of Reason that makes God's order explicable through Revelation. Replacing the centre, then, is the 'unknown,' a limit distinctly outside the boundaries of what the mind can grasp . . ." (New 4). (emphasis mine) (from this article)

I'm totally an amateur here, but I think Dickinson would have loved a more sacramental theology like Anglicanism, if she'd had the exposure. (The Church of England had little presence in Puritan New England, I gather.) This combination or "third alternative" sounds similar. And I'd rather read her poetry--which has always stirred me--through that lens than the Transcendentalist one.

Now I'm wondering about Kierkegaard....

But it's time to go encourage my kids to follow their own rabbit trails of interest!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

All About Godspell

Watching two dress rehearsals for Godspell piqued my curiosity about its history. It's hard to believe a musical this full of Scripture has been so long-running and perpetually popular! And hasn't it been rather controversial too?

Here's what I found out. The script was written by John-Michael Tebelak, a Carnegie-Mellon University student who had considered becoming an Episcopal priest before continuing his education in a theater, as a master's thesis project. In a 1975 interview, he explains:

...Finally, I turned toward the Gospels and sat one afternoon and read the whole thing through. Afterwards, I became terribly excited because I found what I wanted to portray on stage.

BARKER: Which was…

TEBELAK: Joy! I found a great joy, a simplicity—some rather comforting words in the Gospel itself—in these four books. I began immediately to adapt it. I decided to go to Easter sunrise service to experience, again, the story that I had gotten from the Gospel. As I went, it began to snow which is rather strange for Easter. When I went into the cathedral, everyone there was sitting, grumbling about the snow, and the fact that they had already changed their tires. They weren't going to be able to take pictures that afternoon. Snow was upsetting their plans. As the service began, I thought it might be a little different. Instead, an old priest came out and mumbled into a microphone, and people mumbled things back, and then everyone got up and left. Instead of "healing" the burden, or resurrecting the Christ, it seems those people had pushed Him back into the tomb. They had refused to let Him come out that day. As I was leaving the church, a policeman who had been sitting two pews ahead of me during the service, stopped me and wanted to know if he could search me. Apparently he had thought I was ducking into the church to escape the snowstorm. At that moment—I think because of the absurd situation—it angered me so much that I went home and realized what I wanted to do with the Gospels: I wanted to make it the simple, joyful message that I felt the first time I read them and recreate the sense of community, which I did not share when I went to that service.

Isn't that cool? And he definitely succeeded in portraying that joy; it just oozes from this show!

Especially from the songs.... I learned that the lyrics to almost all of the songs are from traditional Episcopal hymn settings, which explains their solid basis in Scripture. Stephen Schwartz (who also wrote the music for Pippin, Prince of Egypt and Wicked) just modified the words to fit his memorable melodies. He comments:

It may amuse you to know that when the film version of GODSPELL opened, I was roundly criticized for the lyrics for "Save the People" by Richard Schickel, the movie critic of Time Magazine, who quoted them disparagingly. Apparently he's not Episcopalian.


The controversies and negative impressions seem to arise most from the 1973 film version, in which the disciples, to contemporize the story for those times, smoke pot; the film also omits any hint of a resurrection which is alluded to in the original musical by the words of the final two songs, sung in counterpoint: "Long Live God" and "Prepare Ye [the way of the Lord]." (Our production includes a quick but effective resurrection.) Also, I read that in several reviewers' opinions, this film has not aged well and appears much more dated than the film Jesus Christ Superstar (which my kids and I liked). (Interestingly, the stage version of Godspell was produced one year after the success of Jesus Christ Superstar on Broadway, probably piggy-backing on its popularity.)

And there is one number in Godspell that could be considered controversial, "Turn Back, Oh Man." Though the words are from a cautionary Episcopal hymn, they are usually sung seductively by a female performer. (Our Christian children's theater group deals neatly with this non-essential scene by cutting it.)

Another misperception, I learned, is that Godspell is always about hippies and/or clowns! I had a vague idea of that myself. Stephen Schwartz says:

The characters in GODSPELL were never supposed to be hippies. They were supposed to be putting on "clown" garb to follow the example of the Jesus character as was conceived by GODSPELL's originator, John-Michael Tebelak, according to the "Christ as clown" theory propounded by Harvey Cox of the Harvard Divinity School (among others). Mr. Cox wrote a book called FEAST OF FOOLS that goes into detail about this. The chapter that is most relevant to GODSPELL is called "Christ the Harlequin." Because the show was originally produced in the hippie era, and because the director of the GODSPELL movie somewhat misinterpreted the characters as hippie-esque, that misunderstanding has come to haunt the show a bit.


Wikipedia explains that Godspell is well-loved for its versatility and low-budget potential, and comments, "Since the setting is never explicitly stated in the text, directors love using this show as a chance to show off their creative abilities." Our version, for example, takes place on the streets of Chicago, in front of the Art Institute; our set is complete with the famous lions by the stairs! Though most of the script is Scripture, it also includes a lot of improv and ad-libbing which is changed from production to production to keep it fresh and contemporary. And in our version, all the costumes came right out of the kids' closets, to anchor the tale firmly in the present.

So I hope I've accomplished my goal, which is to encourage all my readers to give Godspell a chance, if you ever get the opportunity--especially to see it done by a Christian college or theater group.

It's not the dated, scaly dinosaur that maybe some of us thought it was.

(And it's not too late to get presale-priced tickets to our production, local readers!! Email me for more info.)

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

God With Us



Now burn, new born to the world,
Doubled-naturèd name,
The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled
Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,
Mid-numberèd he in three of the thunder-throne!
Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came;
Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;
A released shówer, let flásh to the shíre, not a líghtning of fíre hard-húrled.

~Gerard Manley Hopkins
from "The Wreck of The Deutschland"


May the wonder of the incarnation
fill your hearts and minds this Christmas day!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Advent Prayer
by Henri Nouwen

Lord Jesus,

Master of both the light and the darkness,

send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas.

We who have so much to do
seek quiet spaces to hear your voice each day.


We who are anxious over many things
look forward to your coming among us.


We who are blessed in so many ways
long for the complete joy of your kingdom.


We whose hearts are heavy
seek the joy of your presence.


We are your people, walking in darkness, yet seeking the light.

To you we say, "Come Lord Jesus!"

Amen.

(HT to Sarah H.)

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Testimony

With permission, I am delighted to share this poem with you, written by the father of a homeschooling family that has recently joined the core team of our church plant. It describes his experience in joining us on one of his first Sundays.

It is beautiful and humbling to be a part of what God is doing there!


I remember entering a room
With a carpet of red;
Before me, a fireplace,
A table, a cloth.
All around me were people
Just come off the street;
There was a salesman, I think,
And a builder perhaps,
A woman wearing a coat,
And a man with blue jeans.
One guitar could be heard,
And some words were said,
Which must have been prayers.
And as a song filled the air,
I discovered this room
Was actually a throne room--
These people were actually attending a King.
Their music now echoed off celestial walls,
And the people around me,
I could suddenly see,
Were actually nobles--
I could see in their bearing
Their dignity and grace.
And as I looked up before me
Where once stood a man
There now stood a priest
With an outstretched hand
He offered me bread
By now I could see
Things were not what they seemed
This bread was actually
The body of the King!
The glorious and infinite and transcendent Man
Had offered Himself for me, for me!
I accepted the gift with tears in my eyes
And as I turned, I feared
That these princes and nobles and holy ones and priests
Might perhaps disapprove
Of this commoner who weeps

May not be reproduced without permission.

Monday, November 12, 2007

"Hoppity, Hoppity" On The Brain

Christopher Robin goes
Hoppity, hoppity,
Hoppity, hoppity, hop.

Whenever I tell him
Politely to stop it, he
Says he can't possibly stop.

If he stopped hopping, he couldn't go anywhere,
Poor little Christopher,
Couldn't go anywhere...

That's why he always goes
Hoppity, hoppity,
Hoppity,
Hoppity,
Hop.

from When We Were Very Young
by A. A. Milne

Saturday, September 29, 2007

September Color

I just realized I better get this post published before September is over!!

Since I started blogging, I've learned so much more about using my camera, but I still haven't quite figured out the close-up setting. Last week I was experimenting and learning a bit more, when I noticed how many flowers were blooming even in September--and I don't even have a 'mum!


Here's the showiest thing we've got going on. This trumpet vine blooms from June on, right outside my kitchen window. When we moved in 11.5 years ago, there was no view there but the the side of my neighbor's garage; now I have beautiful flowers and foliage and hummingbirds to boot! I've read that these can be very invasive, but this one hasn't spread at all.



Next is an Autumn Joy clematis. Its blooms are smaller and less showy than our June-blooming clematis, but aren't they delicate and pretty close-up?



















This is a close-up of the tiny but numerous purple flowers on our nepeta, or catmint, plant. Again, I have heard this one can be really invasive, but mine has stayed nicely contained in one corner of a raised bed right by my driveway. I don't let it sprawl all over the bed but only out on the driveway, where my van runs over it regularly and releases its marvelous scent. What a nice smell to come home to!


This is the flower bed in the front of our house. There's always something going on in it, but fall is one of its best times. The big grass plant in the middle doesn't really feather out till late August, which is also when the false dragonhead behind it blooms too.

The Dusty Miller right in front came up volunteer this year. Don't its white leaves add pretty color? Right behind it is one of my favorite groundcovers. I've been told it's called artemesia, but I just googled and it looks like there are dozens of varieties, and this one doesn't seem to be a common one. Most artemesias apparently aren't groudcovers at all; they grow up tall and are part of the sage family. This one grows long trailing tendrils and has beautiful feathery leaves.


Here's a close-up. Anybody know which variety it is?

Maybe it's not an artemesia at all. That would be too bad--I love the name!




And here's a close-up of the false dragonhead. See its teeth?







Leisure
William H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Hot and Bothered

















Faced with evidence of Father Christmas' arrival and rumors that "Aslan is on the move," the White Witch (our voice teacher, who is fabulous) loses her cool in this blues-y number:
















I am NOT
hot and bothered;
I am NOT in a sweat.
To be quite precise
I'm as cool as ice;

I'm as relaxed as I can get.


I am NOT
in a dither;
I am NOT
all at sea.
If you heard that somebody blew their top
I can guarantee it wasn't me.

These lurid rumors
are very dire,
Like an infection
that taints the blood.
And they can flare up
like wildfire--
I won't have them, I detest them

Those who spread them, I arrest them,

For the safety of the realm demands
I NIP THEM IN THE BUD!

There's no trace of a fever,

There's no knocking of the knees.

'Cause my Farenheit is exactly right

At a perfect thirty-two degrees.

My son, the Dwarf, with the beard, above, sings--or growls musically--along at the end:

No, hot and bothered is what you're not
Not the teeniest, tiniest jot.

Your heart ain't racin' and your nerves ain't shot

As far as we can see.

No, she's not hot and bothered-- Not she!
***
Friday night, I was standing next to a director when someone who obviously knew the show--but not me--came up to her to say, "That is the best Dwarf I've ever seen in that role!"

(If I didn't say it, then it's not boasting, is it?)
***
Here's a good shot of his one interaction with his dad:

















"What is your message, Son of Earth?"

"Her highness desires safe conduct. You'll be interested in what she has to say."

Monday, July 09, 2007

Field of Flowers


Bear him as a fallen hero,
With solemn honor and dignity,
But bear him to a greening meadow,
Let Spring itself be his eulogy.

For spring means rebirth,
Though each flower dies,
The seeds fall to earth,
Take root, and rise,
So lay him in a field of flowers--
And flowers will bloom where he lies.



This lovely duet was another high point for me. Blondechick practiced diligently to get the lovely harmonies down cold, and everyone commented on how the girls' voices blended so beautifully, like true sisters. (--Which they practically have been for many years, so this was a special scene for them. They even share the same birthday, three years apart.)

Chicklet4 is the youngest member of the cast. She's a beat or more behind the other ballerinas most of the time, but somehow that's quite charming in the littlest one onstage. I wondered how she would do in front of an audience: she didn't bat an eyelash!

(I think the last photo could make a reappearance at a rehearsal dinner some day MANY years in the future, with the title "Over Dad's Dead Body.")