Good evening, everyone,
hope your day has been,
pleasant, sunny, happy.
Been muggy here,
in my beautiful ugly.
but, now the air is cool,
and a gentle rain is falling.
The neighbours were having,
a noisy,
day long,
birthday party.
Concentrating to write,
was tough,
also I was distracted,
I was chatting with,
someone special.
🙂
I decided to wait and see,
what spoke to me,
something that would be,
worthy of a blog post.
and then something screamed…
All week I looked forward to,
the annual Pride celebration,
from our beautiful,
Anglican Cathedral,
here in,
downtown Montreal.
Good friends of mine,
supremely talented folks,
had worked so hard,
to migrate an elaborate,
church celebration,
complete with choir,
and chorus,
on to,
a digital platform.
Lots of social media,
sharing, talking to people.
Invitations and Pride for our Pride.
Was going on.
Pride will be a very discreet thing,
for Montreal this year.
For me this was a high point.
I sat in front of my laptop,
looked forward to this,
opportunity to hang together,
LGBTQ and their allies.
It started wonderfully,
the gay men’s chorus,
sang(each from their homes)
a song from Dear Evan Hansen,
You will be found,
Ben Platt, Laura Dreyfuss, …Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay
‘Cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand
You can reach, reach out your handAnd oh, someone will coming running
And I know, they’ll take you homeEven when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
And when you’re broken on the ground
You will be foundSo let the sun come streaming in
‘Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again
Lift your head and look around
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found
You will be foundHave you…
an ode to resilience and love,
it was beautiful,
I had tears in my eyes.
We have strength,
we have love,
we are better,
because we are diverse.
Strong and Free.
We are all the beautiful,
colours and hues of the,
rainbow.
And then some hackers…
got into our Zoom room,
and said hateful things,
stupid things and pathetic things,
laughable things,
but, also, hurtful things.
The planning team ,
got a handle on it,
very quickly.
And we got back on track.
A wonderful poem,
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
An inspiring sermon.
Lots of beauty.
A celebration of who,
we are,
that blip, that glitch,
of Hate.
That is so far from what,
Montreal is,
what Christ Church Cathedral is,
what my fellow Anglicans are.
These haters put a damper on the mood,
another way in which Covid has,
altered our year.
Taken away our usual.
But, we finished,
a little stunned,
but, still here.
We are going nowhere,
we are fearfully and wonderfully made.
We are here and queer.
Loud and Proud.
Have a great one.
I love you all
Later gilrs,
BB
