O Sweet & Melodious Voice of our Hearts – the hills are alive with the sound of music! The music of births; of words of congratulations; of the laughter of children; of the whispers of friends. Not all of our songs are joyful, though: there are dirges of injustice; lamentations of being marginalized; requiems of unfulfilled dreams. Our human choir, in spite of rehearsing, is often out of tune, off-beat, sometimes flat. And then, in an instant, glorious harmonies sing hymns full of love and rejoicing and triumph. Practice does make perfect. May we today find our voice, on pitch, in rhythm, as we sing both of woe and aspiration. For this choir of angels we give praise and thanks. Blessed Be, and Amen.
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