“The Crossing” filled me with sounds of the Rapture last night as I surrendered to the harmonies some 25 voices offered me on entering Heaven.
I left my physical body and merged with music that only God could have imagined when He “thought” Creation into being.
Why is it that music can seep into my very soul, the essence of me, resonating with all that is Good within, even on my worse days? I connected with the sounds of angels and wanted nothing more out of life but that moment of joyful bliss last night.
- Sounds Awake Beauty
is a choir that was founded in 2005 by Donald Nally
and a group of singers with whom he worked in earlier ensembles in Philadelphia and Italy, according to the group’s newsletter. Their purpose is to perform new and modern choral music. Its concerts have included works by James MacMillan, Jonathan Dove, Judith Weir, Benjamin C.S. Boyle, Herbert Howells, Bruno Bettinelli, and Gian Carlo Menotti. Its premiere concert was in November, 2005, and two of my HSP
friends (Highly Sensitive Persons
) have not missed a performance since “discovering
” the chamber choir in 2007.
After introducing me to the music last night, I marked my calendar so as not to miss the next gathering in September. This is modern music, folks, inspired by such acts as Eugene Debs speech at his sentencing in the 1920s while being imprisoned for protesting unfair labor conditions only to receive nearly one million votes running for president of the USA — WHILE IN JAIL!!!
Last night, we heard a piece that predicted the woes of the Iraq war and how it would affect all people. Solo passages from the Bible were performed by The Crossing in at least 10 different languages, Spanish, French, Greek, Italian, German, Danish, Polish, Russian, Ditch, Latin and English. Printed on handouts for concert-goers to read the words along with the singers, I discarded the paper, closed my eyes and felt “uplifted” to another place, another time. Lost track of time, actually, knowing not what day it was or where I was sitting. Had to remind me it was Saturday, July 17th 2010, in a pew of the Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia.
Other selections included laments for Auschwitz, and how “God was under radical question . . .[but the] . . . space left by Him, on the other hand, was not,” according to the German-Romanian Jewish poet, Paul Celan (1920-1970). One presentation by the chorus of men and women all wearing black, provided no words whatsoever! “The words visually and aurally resemble Latin,” wrote the composer, Thomas Jennefelt (b.1954, Sweden). “. . .[Y]et, these ‘words’ are constructed solely for their sound, achieved by combining unrelated syllables; they ‘mean‘ nothing in the conventional sense of language.” Its meaning, I found, all came out from within, from the “diviner” inside.
Hope to “bathe” in the sounds of The Crossing” next time they’re resurrected here. Hy heart, however, will have to settle for listening to the sampler CD they offered of their previous music.