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