A setting of the O Magnum Mysterium responsorial text, reimagined as a reflection of the three wisemen.

"O Magnum Mysterium" for 3 low voices (2017)

Hunkered down for a little rain
as I complain, start to rust in place

waiting
debating if it's worth it

Every pastime is a second breath
sheltered life, slowly freeze to death
lessons lost to aging
hollowed out and caving

but I couldn't be helped to get up
no I couldn't be helped to bring it down

Feel it now, panic setting in
tiny sparks pricking at my skin

you sell me
you shell me and your servants

Fading into stains on the map
looks like this time this is gonna last
stone with no engraving
flags of white all waving

But I could've been wrong

Hunkered Down

Dead Poet Society

Do you believe it,
Something bigger than the paint that you put?
I can't unsee it,
windows to a wall in space.

Where does it go?
You put on a show
but now it's melting like snow
sinking below

A fickle feeling
buckles under worldly waves rushing in
and poets, kneeling, watch as all the paths unpaved
wash away.

Where did they go?
No one will know.
Lost in the throes
never to grow.

But it's still real to me.
They're still healing me

even as the whispers of a ghost.

Will Reeder

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