We sang last night.
In an end of life home.
Where their options seem to be running out.
A woman there, was shiny.
With a hat of color and lights.
A smile that was huge.
Eyes that danced with delight.
Personality bright.
Alive.
And she had our Tune.
She sang with us - until her air ran out and she needed to return to her room.
She sang the verses she knew and hummed the rest.
She had spirit.
We didn't know each other, but we joined in the spirit of song.
Memories
Childhood
Christmas
We didn't carry tunes very well, but we did carry joy, love, and peace.
We carried caring.
It didn't matter, that we were a small out of tune, didn't know the words, choir.
What mattered is we arrived.
We sang.
When we arrived, our group had shrunk, what was to have been six, was down to three and a little.
We thought, well we can sing a few and call it a night.
But, the folks were waiting.
Eagerly
For carolers.
Us.
Some, who weren't as bright as our Tuner, sang along, moving their lips, or tapping their foot. Or, watched. A gentleman wanted his picture taken with us too, he asked, "Can I be in the picture too."
We sang out of tune, we sang from our hearts, we sang to give the christmas spirit.
In a place, where death lives close.
And, we found life.
joy
happiness
peace
Perhaps when the options run out, you are left with the elements of life that are most meaningful.
Your spirit.
As I looked upon our short time with our Tuner, I want to be her.
I want to wear a hat of lights and color and sing the verses I can and hum the rest.
I want to live lively to the end.
I want to join the group who's singing.
I want to sing, until I run out of breath!
I love this group of carolers!
It is not how you sing, it is what you carry in your soul.
