Home At Last Homesick hungry weary lonely , Hearts beleaguered, yet unbowed. Still we seek thee ancient beauty Shining prospect glimpsed through cloud. Bright horizon, distant city Where our joy cries out, “Believe!” Where our hearts are stilled and gentled, Love the atmosphere We breathe. Hearts that long for such a morning Find no ease in emptiness— Ancient beauty sate our yearning, Slake our thirst for holiness. For with thee the new day dawning Soft and sweet, all dread now ceasing, Peace and righteousness shall kiss, And joy will ring out love’s Great Feast. This poem was first published in "An Unexpected Journal," an online journal published Sept 11, 2022. This poem is set to music. Here is a recording of the original poem, which dates to 2014. Some minor wording has changed. The recording used very primitive technique: I sang it multiple times, each time recording a separate harmony on a separate track, over an accompaniment made using several Apple Loops. I built the harmonies on the fly. There was no post-production
!!!! So if it sounds homemade using a laptop, it was. Don't ever let anyone tell you it can't be done!
Ann, This is beautiful! I’ve been aware that this multi-track tech is available, but I’ve never tried it myself. You know, Jan Peppler and Elizabeth Beggins and I have threatened to form a Substack choir. If we ever do it, I hope you’ll take a part.
Wow! Lovely recording. Computers can do so much, and it’s amazing that there was no post production. Thank you for sharing. 🙏