The high school kids are so beautiful
in their lavender blouses and crisp white shirts.
 
They open their mouths to sing with that
far-off stare they had looking out from the crib.
 
Their voices lift up from the marble bed
of the high altar to the blue endless ceiling
 
of heaven as depicted in the cloudy dome—
and we—as the parents—crane our necks
 
to see our children and what is above us—
and ahead of us—until the end when we
 
are invited up to sing with them—sopranos
and altos—tenors and basses—to sing the great
 
Hallelujah Chorus—and I’m standing with the other
stunned and gray fathers—holding our sheet music—
 
searching for our parts—and we realize—
our voices are surprisingly rich—experienced—
 
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth—
and how do we all know to come in
 
at exactly the right moment?—Forever and ever—
and how can it not seem that we shall reign
 
forever and ever—in one voice with our beautiful
children—looking out into all those lights.