Palms of My Hands

Keep on travelin’. Keep on…” sang the teenagers of the Day-spring Chorale. They had just sung the first five words of their Sunday evening concert when everything went dark. All power was gone.

Well, not all power. Not true power.

The students kept singing. Flashlights were found to shine on the chorale as they sang their entire repertoire without accompaniment.

Midway through the concert, the director, my friend, asked the whole audience to sing along.