January 8, 2022
Night of a yellow crescent moon. Sang for K and C’s wedding. Two happy grooms. When I was a lad this would never be thought of. We sang Mendelssohn and Durufle. J said, “When you hit the last low note of the Durufle, Dr K (who was directing) closed her eyes in bliss.” A line jumped out from the liturgy, “A banquet prepared before the foundation of the world.” I thought about that. I thought how, if that is true, then all anxiousness and frustration are absurd. I have managed to live a whole day as if anxiousness and frustration are absurd.
It is true that most of my life has been stolen away. Upon rare moments, it doesn’t matter.
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