Morning Song
You have sung to me forever.
The song you sing to me, the morning song of chirping birds, began long before I could hear it. Long after I leave, will it go on.
So, too, the evening song of the crickets and frogs. It began before me and will continue.
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Do you sing to me many songs, Lord, all at once? Do they greet me separately according to need?
Let me hear you fully today.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I hear you yet earlier, even before I seek to hear?
Reading:
“There are times when silence has the loudest voice.” — Leroy Brownlow
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“Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me!” — John Newton
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“Come, Love! Sing On! Let me hear you sing this song—sing for joy and laugh, for I the creator am truly subject to all creatures.” — Mechthild of Magdeburg
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