A Poem By Sarah // 12/20/2007

Sitting in the sanctuary,
I close my eyes;
Anticipating the rush of song,
that is sure to come.
Right on cue,
The choir starts singing.
My skin tingles as a soprano
soars up to an exceptionally high note,
And as a bass,
goes so low;
The room seems to vibrate.
Estatic, I lean back futher, half asleep.
I am suddenly jolted from my reverie by the
sound of thuderous applause.
The concert is over.
I struggle to my feet clumsily,
Joining into the clapping.
Single-file we leave the church, each lost
in our own thoughts,
Each stirred by the beautiful songs.


Wow! ********************* ME


Emily-Smileygirl (not verified) | Thu, 12/20/2007


Well, well, well! I love it!

Emily | Sun, 12/23/2007

Thanks, guys.

Thanks, guys.

Sarah | Wed, 12/26/2007

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!


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Velocity | Thu, 12/27/2007

The Truth will set you free.

thanks *grins*

thanks *grins*

Sarah | Wed, 01/02/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

I luff it!

That was really awesometistic!

Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.

E | Wed, 09/10/2008

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond