even before it was time to sing
I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster
Breathe deep and slow, LD.
We had finished our dinner and now were seated in a packed chapel.
As usual, there was a room full of friendly sister chat happening
almost over shadowing
the harp duet prelude
which was lovely
(prelude, not the chat din)
I had disengaged from my own greetings to my pew mates
wanting to be ready for any start clues
There would be no one standing to start the program
It would just be our Mary Jane standing to "soprano" our beginning.
I kept turning to peek at her, two rows behind me.
I'd lift my eyebrows and mouth
When are we starting?
She'd shrug and mouth back
Have to wait til the harps finish.
Oh yeah, that makes sense
Did you bring your pitch pipe?
No, she said, then she lifted into view
a tiny hand held something
that had her beginning pitch recorded for her to listen to
Good luck hearing that over the hum of voices
A sweet friend knelt in the aisle beside me
I want to talk to you about that trip coming up
Call me rude
I turned my face away from her
looked up at the podium area and said
Can't talk now
I need to concentrate
Sister chatter began to lessen
I turned to look back
There Mary Jane was
on her feet
in full voice
THE SPIRIT OF GOD . . .
I locked a tight focus on my sheet music
determined to come in on the exact right count
On my feet
belt it out
with the power of angels
THE LATTER DAY GLORY BEGINS TO COME FORTH . . .
We're in the zone
and it just got better and better
as the whole chorus joined
then the whole congregation of sisters
Amen and amen
The sweet element of surprise
Strength of voice and testimony
Beauty of glorious harmony
Ah . . . . .I was thankful for such an opportunity
I Noticed That, yes I did.