York in Poetry: The Road to York Minster

Posted on 24 November 2012 | Poem, Audio

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah


- July 1945: Victory Celebrations

We have all travelled over from Selby
with a newly cast pride in our choir,
to be part of a ginormous gathering of singers
who are here to perform the Messiah,
in York Minster, massive York Minster,
near burst at the seams, at the sounds,
at the praise, on the greatest of days;
a day that will last for a lifetime.

Once the glorious music has started,
we’re all eager to join with the throng,
and the ebbing and flowing of Handel’s great sound
lifts my soul, as a choirboy, clear up from the ground.
My tremulous treble goes soaring on high,
impelled into crystalline flight. That rarefied
boy-sound is dipping and ducking in chorus,
rising and falling, straining crescendos and
unisons calling, from an army of voices
and organ sounds praising the lord. Hallelujah.

- Michael Hildred