Cello, viola, and expectant smile

Giving us peace for a little while

An abrupt purity in a rushed life

A needed peace in the storm’s eye


Reminded me of what I already knew

But trips to that concert, too few

“Come unto me all ye that are heavy laden”

A purity and peace always at hand.






(The picture is one I took yesterday at the Winston-Salem Symphony’s orchestra concert with the Winston-Salem Youth Symphony at Wake Forest University.)