Gone to Sing in the Master’s Choir

I always remember singing, even as a small child. Voices lifted in song and musical instruments being played were a part of who we were as a family. I became a member of my church choir at the age of fourteen, and continued to sing in various sanctuary choirs for over fifty years. A few years ago I vacated my choir seat, not because I didn’t want to sing anymore, but because I couldn’t sustain any semblance of a clear, pleasant-sounding singing voice. I still grieve over no longer being able to sing. However, our family grave site has a stone engraved with the notation to Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” which, in our hymnals, is known as “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee.” Also, there is the inscription, “Gone to Sing in the Master’s Choir.” Here is a poem inspired by that inscription, about mourning turned into expectation.


Roses of red, a fav’rite of hers,
We place at her gravesite
Where we read these words:
She’s gone to sing
In the Master’s Choir
And the off’ring she brings
Is the passion and fire
Of a voice on earth raised
In joy and in praise
But now gone to sing
Before her heavenly King.


Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018

6 thoughts on “Gone to Sing in the Master’s Choir

  1. Sharon Edwards says:

    I remember traveling to your state as a child, Connie. I was always in awe at the music that ensued when the extended family got together. It certainly was, joyful, joyful. Thank you!


    • Connie Carlisle Polley says:

      Wow! Sharon, you are right. Our ancestors Van Luther Carlisle and Mary Ellen Boes Carlisle had two daughters and five sons, many of whom came together for family gatherings along with their spouses and children and even children’s children. We really did make colorful, boisterous, and yes . . . joyful music!


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