Now Let Us Sing
Now Let Us Sing
(Relief from the Gender Wars)
"Now let us sing . . . "
"Men, you'll sing this part, and ladies, you'll sing this . . ."
"Now let us sing . . . "
And we try it, and it works. Men's voices, women's voices, two parts, one song. We sing in our own voices, and the parts mesh perfectly in a musical puzzle. We sing separately, proudly, and so we sing together.
"Now let us sing . . . "
As we sing, I listen, to the men's voices, to my own voice among the women. I hear both, and I hear the whole, and the whole is something more than the sum of the parts.
"Now let us sing . . . "
If either part were too much, or too little, this magic would not be happening. Domination, subordination, discrimination--any of these would kill the living spirit that rises exultant from our cooperative music.
"Now let us sing . . . "
There are no gender police here. High voice, low voice, womanhood, manhood, are taken at face value. I place myself among the women, and lift my voice to soar above the foundation built by the deep masculine tones. No one outside of me dictates where I fit best. I choose, and each person here chooses, and we are what we say we are. Together, we are spirit, magical and powerful.
"Now let us sing . . . "
I am strong, and female, and distinct, and my woman's voice rises strong and proud among the voices of the other women. I feel my partner's strong female voice beside me, her body leaning against mine, and we are joyfully united. And, all around me, I feel the power, the fun, the pure unfettered joy of those who are strong and male, whose voices rise proudly among the voices of other men. I smile, and something in the deep strength here is recognizable. I look, really look, at the men around me, and feel the joy of my *brothers*--and I am a *sister*, not merely to half of those in this room, but to all. "Sister" means something intensely important to me, who grew up with a brother, and suddenly I am aware of that, feeling that through my soul. Extending sisterhood to these men around me feels natural, and right.
"Sing to the power of the joy within!"
Within me, within you, within us all . . . magic, joy, and love. Our spirits rush through our gathering. Chip and her husband **** dance in the front row, leaning together side to side as our power moves them.
"Now let us sing . . . "
This is something beautiful, something powerful, something right. This celebrates each of us and all of us, separate, together, incredible.
There is no place for hatred here.
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