Sing Me Awake

Both lament and rhapsody, a meditation on our return to life after grief and loss

Commissioned by St. Paul Vocal Forum, conductor Karin Barrett

Poet/Lyricist:

Gregory Orr

A rhapsodic setting of one of Gregory Orr's most poignant poems. Both lament and celebration, this powerful work looks head-on at all that has been lost, as well as our own transcendent response to that loss.

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Untitled (from "How Beautiful the Beloved")

Gregory Orr

This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.

No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.

No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.

No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.

That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.