Breath (SATB + piano)--CHORAL
The text for Breath was copped from an obscure-English-internet translation by a nameless fan of the Medieval-Sufi-mystic, RUMI. What attracted me to the text wasn’t the fact that RUMI was purportedly a whirling dervish, but rather, one single word, “breath.” The adapted phrases of the text—“a trace of traceless”, “neither a body or soul”, and “I do not exist at all” are somewhat vague—reminding me of how insignificant we often feel in a world that seems perpetually…out of breath. Many of us come and go, in and out, back and forth—losing sight of the most essential things, living mostly at half-mast and barely aware of the horizon. Yet, for so many of these past several years, we have been graced to learn how to put action to “breath”—to BREATHE—deeply and mindfully—in such a way that just saying the word gives us pause to stop and think of ourselves with dignity. We are so much more than “placeless” and “traceless” because Diane Foust (Viterbo colleague and friend) loved us to be so significant.