attached is a poem written by a lady called Mary Brady.
Mary was, until very recently, a member of The Dalkey Active Retired Choir, which I also direct. She died a few weeks ago.
During her time with the choir she wrote a diary of the rehearsal each week, of the happenings and events, of the sayings and goings on.
Her wonderful warm and witty style made the diary an eagerly awaited email .
The choir published the collection at the end of the first year and for the booklet, Mary wrote the attached poem.
I was honoured to be mentioned in her memorial service and I am delighted that her time in the choir meant so much to her.
I thought that you all might like to read her words in her poem "Singing together".
(by Mary Brady)
The power of sound
That heavy roundness of it,
Our voices opening, emerging
From somewhere unknown inside
Deep buried in a hidden past.
A stream bursting its banks
To clear away wangled thoughts,
All our streams coming together
Getting louder, getting closer
To something free, something real,
Our shared humanity,
Our hidden vulnerability,
Reaching beyond the strictures
Of behaviour, of image.
To the pleasure of being present,
To the joy of making noise,
To the healing of being heard.