That little girl is so lucky to grow up with all that amazing music.
I was in the back up choir for the first showing of Joy: An Irish Christmas, last night. And I thoroughly enjoyed it... even though I felt outclassed at EVERY turn. I'm musical enough to appreciate real talent... but sadly unmusical enough to be any good. Last night I found out how much I can't actually read music unless I can hear my first few notes... unfortunately... the acoustic engineers for the chapel choir loft assumed choir members didn't need to hear themselves, the audience was more important. Hah!
In one of the portions where we did not participate, I was almost surprised into tears by a reading that Kristyn did. And though I'm supposed to be writing my last 13 pages of the semester... I googled it.
And found the poem!!!
I'm including it so you too can get a taste of the lovely lilt, with the wonderful words.
http://www.gettymusic.com/watchesofthenight.aspx
I look towards the wintering trees
To hush my fretful soul
As they rise to face the icy sky
And hold fast beneath the snow
Their rings grow wide, their roots go deep
That they might hold their height
And stand like valiant soldiers
Through the watches of the night
No human shoulder ever bears
The weight of all the world
But hearts can sink beneath the ache
Of trouble's sudden surge
Yet far beyond full knowing
There's a strong unsleeping light
That reaches round to hold me
Through the watches of the night
I have cried upon the steps that seem
Too steep for me to climb
And I've prayed against a burden
I did not want to be mine
But here I am and this is where
You're calling me to fight
And You I will remember
Through the watches of the night
You I will remember
Through the watches of the night
"I prayed against a burden, I did not want to be mine" ...sigh...
The end reminded me of Psalm 130... "More than watchmen wait for morning"
