An Ancient Prayer
I pray that the cosmos be flung open to me
and that all nature may receive the sound of my psalms.
Open great earth and trees
silence your waving bows
for I am about to sing the praise of the one and all.
It started with these words.
I couldn’t explain it—
but something in me responded.
Singing silently.
Singing praise.
I began to wonder—
were they the same?
And then a quieter question—
Could I sing…
without sound?
And quieter still—
could I sing praise…
without sound?
silently singing™ 
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