listening to gracious Cambridge Singers
chorus Shepherds in the Field Abiding
while I’m crying acid rain, bee stingers
assaulting my eyes, my contacts chiding
me for my stubborn vanity. Where are
you? Can you sense great Transiberian
Orchestra escalate Christmas Eve for
Sarajevo toward solar explosion?
Michele McLaughlin’s Winter Solstice cleave
my heart with clever piano keys? Then
Eddie Higgins Trio wrap us in sleeves
of peaceful jazz? Now Mathis mellows in,
imploring all our Christmases be white,
and Amy Grant praying our hearts be light.
How can mine, with you out of touch and sight?
Roger Armbrust
December 29, 2011
