Monday, February 24, 2014
Hymnals
The
sky outside the windows is dark ink blotted on the white page walls surrounding
all of us, but it hardly feels dark inside. Bodies are shuffled into the large
room, squished together in the long oak benches, and if I want to I can reach
out to either side and brush fingers along familiar wrists. Real pages, pages
of songs, riffle to the correct place, and there’s a collective sigh of
appreciation as the music starts. The first voice is met with dozens of others,
and the hymn builds up inside my chest like a balloon. If I focus, I think I
hear the angel choir joining in.
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The thing I really like about this short piece is how heavenly you make the first 4/5 of it sound, which is of course important given the topic matter. The big payoff here is the last sentence with the mentioning of the "angel choir" as if they are right there with you. I think it makes the piece very clean and wraps it up efficiently. That first sentence is pretty awesome as well.
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of imagery throughout this piece. I like your distinction between light and dark--that somehow outside is dark and inside is light. This is a beautiful piece of unity: "...if I want to I can reach out to either side and brush fingers along familiar wrists." I might want to further see your perspective of how the hymn sounded like angels, maybe just a little more description there. Beautiful piece!
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