Monday, July 13, 2020

Death's Angel

Death’s angel knocks
     on every earthly door     
     Even the homeless are roused
as their time draws near.

The knock begins at birth
Keeping time with the heart.
    The knock is so gentle
    Many claim they never hear it.
         Was it the ears that failed?
         Or a fear of meeting
              the knocker?

Death’s angel does not come
              to frighten us,
              But to befriend us,
          And show us the way.

We’ll all need her guidance
because in the new life
all is changed.
     Those who’d struggled
          in a life of poverty and want
              Will be led to homes
                   of blessing and joy
And all those accustomed
To blessing and joy
Will find themselves
              in Heaven’s slums,
         Surrounded by fear and prejudice.

Glorious life after death
    For those who can adjust
          To this other-worldly plan,
               Promising a future
               of justice and equality.

13July2020  - mshr

Friday, July 10, 2020

Curbside Concert

       The hours of self-imposed isolation during a pandemic move very slowly. They crawl even more slowly through the aches of age such as impaired eyesight, breathing problems, and the resistance of uncooperative joints.
So we were delighted when we heard of a new program being offered by the local Arts Council.  A  friend nominated me to be a recipient and I was chosen  to receive a “Curbside Concert.”
At 3:00 pm on a recent  Sunday afternoon, a pick-up truck pulled into the parking area in our little condo village and the  passenger stepped out.  In the bed of the truck he set up a large speaker  connected by Bluetooth to an iPad which held accompaniment tracks for his music.  Then from the back seat, he took out a tenor saxophone.   For the next half hour we, and a few of our neighbors, were entertained by some  beautiful music on that instrument that had come to visit us. That genial musician had chosen music wisely for his aging audience.  Our ears rejoiced at the sound of “Somewhere over the Rainbow,” “Danny Boy,” and other soothing ballads from an age when music sounded like music rather than disorganized noise.
       About 3:30 p.m. the musician packed up, waved “goodbye” to his audience and took off for his next gig.  What a delightful way to spend some of those pesky pandemic hours!

10  July 2020 - mshr