And the choir sang,
We sang our hearts out.
The concert is soon upon us
And our voices will be heard,
Be heard by many
As we sing our songs,
Sing from our hearts,
The music we love
Singing with such joy,
It brings wonder to us
As we sing those songs,
All troubles erased,
Erased from our minds.
As our singing takes us,
Takes us to that place,
That place of pleasure,
Of absolute pleasure
Where we go each week,
To sing in the choir.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2025 01:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I am a founder member of the choir in which I sing.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Very nice Andy singing always brings out emotions.
It surely does soren, thank you.
Andy
What a wonderful thing to do. The choir sounds like an amazing exercise.Great tribute to the choir here
Thank you David, much appreciated.
Andy
A lovely write the union and pleasure of the choir, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani, it is grerat to be in the choir.
Andy
You are very welcome
A celebration of the pure joy in communal music-making. It captures how singing from the heart, especially with others, can lift the spirit and momentarily free the mind from life’s worries. The poem finds beauty not just in the music, but in the shared experience; where voices unite, joy flows, and time stands still. It’s a gentle ode to the healing power of song and belonging. 🕊️🙏🏻
Your last sentence explains it thoroughly arqios, thank you for your understanding words.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
A place of absolute....... something, every time I sing, but you all drown me out. Phew! lol.
We certainly will drown you out Orchi but it is a Community Choir and you would always be welcomed.
Andy
Thanks Gold.
Sing until your heart's content 🌹
We certainly do Teddy, thank you.
Andy
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