Who We Are

I am honored that my dear friend Don Foran has allowed me to use this wonderful poem to set the tone for Meanderings.

By Don Foran

If I could play that Dvorák, YoYo Ma,

Excruciating sadness yoked to joy,

I’d play it for all children of this raw

And dangerous world, the ones who most annoy

The very rich. I’d hold each note an hour

And place my quaking finger on the fret

Until my sweat ran free and sour;

Till tears flowed too, both mine and ours. I’d let

The world know that music with its charm

Redeems, somehow, much pain and many long

Long hidden wrongs, assuages grief and harm,

And sounds, at last, a plaintive, hopeful song.

Thus are we saved. You stir new mindfulness

Of who we really are and whom we bless.