THE CROSS OF BARRE
ROSES IN THE LOFT
The music begins with an interlude,
a prelude for meditation. The voices of the choir await,
each voice a rose, gathered into a bouquet.
From high in the loft, halfway to heaven,
one rose sings a surreal solo of grandeur,
interwoven with the choir.
Crescendos of praise, a modulation
of fragrant melodies, emanate from the loft.
The aroma of voices float through the air,
with contemplative messages, penetrating my heart.
The roses that sing consume me, soothing the soul.
Oh how gifted you are, to sing notes of grace,
captivating the spirit.
The roses in the loft, the bouquet that sings,
the flowers of the soul:
a treasure, I carry home.
Robert J Varrick
Written for
the Saint James Church choir