Choral score

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From the black and white 
we pluck
burnt umber, raw sienna, 
feel the blues
and the burning.

Stories have wings
the power to show us 
what is
in pale pinks
succulent scarlets--
no longer abstractions--
what is
more pleasant than that?

Oh the outrage
to paint
what everyone 
sees, what everyone 
knows, but refuses 
to speak.

Oh the joy
truth and respect 
and kindness 

To be
the indigo of falling 
rain, the ruby breast 
of a robin,
to be colored 
by the world.

- Julia Klatt Singer
- Commissioned for this piece. Used with permission.