Sunday, May 19, 2019
Brahms' "German Requiem"
Brahms' "German Requiem"
Somewhere angels
are circling God's throne.
They are singing sacred hymns as they move.
These do not heed
what is happening on earth––
the trials, the conflicts, the constant griefs––
any more than a star, a moth,
a spark from a flame.
In their world
these do not obtain.
There is only immersion
in what is forever,
sublime, things we know
little about.
Now the horn is sounding
the coming Presence.
The music swells.
The Ultimate approaches.
Time and timelessness
flow together.
Something like exultation.
Anticipation like raw rapture
before the arriving unspeakable,
what we yearn for.
These sounds, these tones
of adulation,
they carry us closer.
Now they are circling again.
These words for which there are no words.
Dorothy Walters
May 18, 2019
