We choose to be solemn
When we rise into
A song of joy
Limiting ourselves
Lifting our voices
But not too high
Never outshining
The voices that surround us
And heaven forbid
We dance
While the psalmist knew
Life was bliss and chaos
A gift
To be celebrated
In our wondrous colors
And beings
We stay ourselves
Holding back
When the song is ready
To burst forth
In a truer prayer
Than any have heard – Caroline A. Slee