MUSIC THERAPY
When Mom lay still in a hospice bed
I called my oldest friend, a music therapist
I needed Mom’s favorite hymns.
With piano and voice my friend sent love.
I called my oldest friend, a music therapist
Whom should I send?
Here I am Lord,
I needed Mom’s favorite hymns.
it is I Lord,
I have heard you calling in the night
With piano and voice my friend sent love
I will go Lord, where you lead me
I will hold your people in my heart
© 2020 Linda Mitchell. All rights reserved.
Lyric Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Anna Laura Page / Daniel L. Schutte
"Here I Am, Lord" lyrics © Oregon Catholic Press
Our first of three challenges from My Shouting, Shattered, Whispering Voice: A Guide to Writing Poetry & Speaking Your Truth by Patrice Vecchione (Seven Stories Press, 2020) is to write a poem about the place empathy has your life. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our April 2020 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, April 24th, and one lucky participant will win a copy of My Shouting, Shattered, Whispering Voice, courtesy of the publisher.
So beautiful, Linda. Thank you for touching my heart.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle...this waiting time during Covid-19 reminded me of this time with my Mom
ReplyDeleteMy brother who is a music director in his church told me that the congregation online requested more hymns to listen to than anything else. This is lovely, Linda, a true blessing shown that was for you!
ReplyDeleteBrought tears to my eyes, Linda! Singing people home is just about the most empathetic thing ever.
ReplyDeleteThis poem resonates with your love for your mom.
ReplyDeleteOh the power of music. Oh the power of poetry!
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