Greyhound: Buffalo to N.Y.N.Y.
a cross and a treble clef no larger than a snowdrop petal inhabited her lapel; this tiny sign of music and belief suddenly crystalized the bus, and all these voiceless strangers, second class, barred from flight by price, became a snoring choir sonorous under her conduction. we hit all desired notes and destinations despite traffic and construction. the fact that I remember still that understated flash of silver against the greyness of her uniform makes me wonder how what I wear also works on others in the way that they sing.
Vicky Chen
Posted at 06:04h, 02 JulyThank you, Greg. I could really relate to your poem today. Yes, serving God in music brings joy to life.
Peter Bisson
Posted at 08:19h, 02 JulyThank you Greg!
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Posted at 12:13h, 12 AugustMuchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?