Last summer, a group of choir members from St. Alban’s had the opportunity to go to England for a week to be the Choir in Residence at Wells Cathedral. We sang the daily services of Morning and Evening Prayer, and also had the opportunity to sing at Coventry Cathedral and St. Alban’s Abbey, and also with the members of a local parish choir. This week, instead of our Daily Cup offerings, we will hear from four of the participants about that experience and what it meant to them.
We call it Choir School
Turn left down the corridor
Heavy door on the right
Through another door
Choir school on the left
But the heavy door is locked
Three choir members waiting
Then five, then ten
No point in knocking—three doors away
Why is everyone late for rehearsal?
Maybe someone should check that outer door.
Ahh… here you all are.
Next time we’ll stick a stone in the door.
But the stone’s too small; the door locks anyway.
Two choir members waiting, then six
Precious minutes wasting
Today’s canticles unrehearsed
Until at last a rescue.
Who has the key today?
This door is locked AGAIN
Katherine has it; she’s right behind us.
All frustrations vanish
With the Dean’s prayerful greeting
Our favorite verger escorting us
Past a favorite medieval carving
Of the woman pulling a thorn from her foot
Through soaring scissor arches
Into the hushed and hallowed Quire.
The organ, the voices
No longer thirty singers or four parts
But one sound
Amplified by this space
Sharing the beautiful, simple words of the service.
Lifting our spirits upwards
Inspiring our best music.
These are the memories
Our hearts forever
Not just a choir
But a seamless tradition of music and faith
At Wells Cathedral.
Wendy Wick Reaves, an alto
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