We have been silent. My mother is gathering small pine cones. We cross a wooden bridge and look down at the water. The mud hens come toward us, dragging a ripple of light across the water. Never in my life have I brought anyone to this sacred place. I have come here for its silence, early in the morning. And she, for the first time in our life together knowing exactly what I need, enters with me in silence.
When in our music You are glorified, and adoration leaves no room for pride, It is as though the whole creation cries Alleluia! How often, making music, we have found a new dimension in the world of sound, As worship moves us to a more profound Alleluia! Let every instrument, be tuned for praise! Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise! And may You give us faith to sing always Alleluia!
