Some night-time poetry

Listen to this song.

I grew up listening to BYU Singers. My parents met in BYU Singers. My 5th and final year at BYU I got into Singers. I sang this song.

This is a recording of a different year singing it.



This poem is a little window into my soul tonight...  

Water Night

Night.

Baby is in bed.

I need to listen to music

Need to feed my soul

I lost patience today.

Clingy baby

Hot desert

Lack of beauty.

As I listen now

It seems clear

I must simply do what is most important

Let me let go of things that don’t matter.

Eric Whitacre choral music

Water night.

Me

singing Water Night in

Glaucester Cathedral

in England.

What a different life!

An oh, my soul.

How my soul used to FEEL.

If you close your eyes

A river

A silent, and beautiful currant

As I listen I finally FEEL

Fills you from within

My stressed body and soul thaw

And I feel.

The currant flows forward

Oh the beauty

The incredible liquid sound

human voices can make

when blended together

The rich contrast of male and female voices.

How deeply I used to feel.

As I say this to myself I think,

What am I saying?

I have a child.

I have an eternal companion.

If you open your eyes

Let this kingdom of deep

love

open to me

I have it within me.

God, let my soul come out

I want to feel.

Night breathes its wetness

To beaches in your soul.