Inside a church, I heard no idle banter,
no gossip chitchat in which talk was small.
Instead, the lovely singing of the cantor
affirmed that Love is ultimately all.
At times, afflictions that we face can sting,
and while a song may not extract the stinger,
it’s wonderful to hear the cantor sing,
as heaven can be hinted through a singer.
For we are drawn by singing that’s sublime
to what we otherwise might never hear –
realms transcending finite space and time,
realms a cantor makes us feel are here.
We travel far and yet stay locally:
a cantor can transport us vocally.
Mario A. Pita