October 18, 2020
There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising
Out of a dream in my lonely mind.
I shall find the crystal of peace, – above me
Stars I shall find.
—Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
June 14, 2020
In honor of the birthday of Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896), here is a choral setting by Elaine Hagenberg of one of her poems.
March 22, 2020
May you see God’s light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark;
May you always hear even in your hour of sorrow
The gentle singing of the lark;
When times are hard may hardness never
Turn your heart to stone;
May you always remember when the shadows fall
You do not walk alone.
November 3, 2019
O love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thy ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O joy that seeks me through the pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
January 2, 2019
All praise to Thee, eternal God,
Who, clothed in garb of flesh and blood,
Dost take a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.
Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us in the realms divine
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.
A little child, Thou art our guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth
That we may rise to heaven from earth.