This cantata is currently under development. Discussions are taking place and hopefully a composer will write the music in the not-too-distant future. Then we shall be looking for a director and a performing company to bring it to life! Here is how it starts... quietly...
The First Morning
There is darkness on stage. Slowly the dawn breaks. Enter the Seannachaidh.
The Seannachaidh
In the beginning there was darkness. In the beginning there is always darkness - that is the way stories begin. Our story, Scotland’s story, begins in the darkness of one cold, wet morning. The sun is not yet risen but it will rise. Have no doubt of that. It will rise... it always does.
A woman lights a fire. She sings
Three blessings on this hearth, I pray Bless the fire of my making Bless the food of my cooking Bless the child of my bearing
A man guards the house. He sings
Three blessings on this house, I pray Bless the house of my making Bless the sheep of my caring Bless the fields of my tilling
Children appear. They sing
Three blessings on us all, we pray Bless the mother who bore us Bless the father who protects us Bless the family that nurtures us
All the people appear. They sing
Three blessings on this land, we pray Bless the food of our growing Bless the goods of our trading Bless the peace of our enjoying Bless us with the gift of peace Bless us with the gift of peace Bless us with the gift of peace
