Christopher Scott Wyatt, tenor
The St. Maximilian Kolbe Parish Hand Bell Choir; Helen Mondi, director
The Hamilton Fairfield Symphony Orchestra
Brahms: “Academic Festival Overture”
Listen: Listen to a “happy” Brahms overture
(With scenes from Breslau/Wroclowa)
Copland: “Fanfare for the Common Man”
Listen: Listen to Fanfare for the Common Man
Beethoven: Symphony #5 (“V” for Victory in WWII)
Listen: Beethoven’s 5th “V” For Victory
John Williams: “A Hymn to the Fallen” (Saving Private Ryan)
Listen: “A Hymn to the Fallen”
“I, Maximilian…” by Paul John Stanbery
for Tenor soloist; Hand Bells and Orchestra (World Premiere-semi staged)
In honor of the 75th Anniversary of the martyrdom of St. Maxilimilian Kolbe,
And dedicated to the parish of St. Maximilian Kolbe; Liberty Township, Ohio
For a listening sample:
Free admission, with funding from The Hamilton Community Foundation
and St. Maximilian Kolbe Parish, Liberty Township, Ohio.
by Paul John Stanbery
Texts by the composer, and adapted from “De Profundis of Maximilian Kolbe, Prisoner 16670” by Jerzy Sito
“I, Maximilian Kolbe, a priest from Poland.
I am Maximilian; Maximilian Kolbe, from Poland”.
Stillness, stillness, stillness;
Weak fists do not knock, do not pound, do not pound on walls.
And no one, no one, no one counts time by the footfalls, the footfalls:
the footfalls of the Commandant, footfalls of the Commandant.
No one counts; no one…..counts.
I am weakened, weakened; my thoughts melt, melt as a body
a body in the crematorium.
Let us pray! Let us pray! Marija; Marija!
I fall in fear and despair. All my weakness and pain,
my weakness and pain, are gathered as flowers at the feet, the feet of Marija!
I feel Her hands on my head as She bends low and gently cries….
The clatter of hooves in my cell; the rider stops and looks through
empty eyes, empty eyes.
In his hands he holds the scales, the scales of life, or death;
life, or death.
Again, She is near and smooths my hair.
Her voice is sweet and quiet, and pure.
She covers my heart with peace;
covers my heart, my heart, my heart with peace!
And ever again the clattering hooves!
The bolt clinks, the creaking door; and the tip,
the tip of the scales.
Another, another, one of the condemned cries out: a friend cries out!
“My poor wife; my children!
My poor wife; my children………..
Whatever will become, become of them?”
“I am Maximilian Kolbe, a priest from Poland.
I am old. Let me take his place!”
Take me, instead.
Take me, instead.
In the stillness, abandoned and alone.
Now is the dark night of my soul,
and to my eyes, to my eyes night appears as day.
And then, with a white tongue, carbolic acid licks the concrete,
and all human warmth…..is gone.
Where Oh death, is thy sting; or grave, thy victory?
My Lady; Oh, Marija……
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