New commission:
ON THE WIND
for
Southern Crescent Chorale
Janice Folsom, Artistic Director and Conductor
Fayetteville, Georiga
Poem by the composer
ON
THE WIND
I ride the wind–
soaring,
flying through a space not seen, but felt–
fresh air flows freely between each strand of hair.
I close my eyes
and all my senses are more so in this space.
Higher, yet higher still–
Can you feel it? Can you?
I ride the wind.
No beginning nor ending,
I am whole.
I take the wind, wild and unencumbered,
to destinations unknown.
Who will go with me? Will
you?
No definition to destiny, only the thrill of new beginnings.
I’m cloaked by an other-worldly hush
of that which can not be defined.
Fly free with me,
as a ripened stalk of golden wheat
blowing aimlessly at will–
one with the silence of my dance.
Embellish the veiled hush joyfully
as the wind randomly sends me,
propelling me from the roots of my life upward
with arms outstretched
in celebration of each of life’s breaths
gratefully bestowed....
I am a Living Soul!
a son and daughter of the Heavenly Father,
I am both grain and chaff–
sacred yet profane while glorifying the God-Presence
in a dynamic exchange of wills.
Take the wind......the wind which moans,
which even hums and causes old buildings to sing silent songs,
and branches to bend,
paying homage
to the mountain from whence we all came......
and kites to fly with soft, bowed tails.......
I am on the wind—
Take my hand, and soar!
