What more can I say?
This one word stirs imagination, memory, and soul,
Dear God and Creator of all that is good.
God, creator of music.
Our ability to make it,
The ways it impacts brain, soul, and spirit,
The global variety of musical expression,
The messages it carries,
Love, hope, grief, friendship, peace, justice.
The rhythms of dance.
All of creation makes music,
Rustling leaves, rhythm of a pecking woodpecker, beat of a bird’s wings, trumpet of an elephant’s call, rain, wind,
Breathing lungs and beating hearts,
Drum, cymbal, guitar, piano, pan flute, trombone, bag pipes, rain stick, gong,
Marimba, cello, balalalika, sitar, tambourine, kalimba, gamelan, dulcimer, kazoo,
Clap, whistle, stomp, hum,
Needs hopeful music,
Lyrics that inspire,
Melodies that unite,
Riffs that challenge,
Harmonies to join,
Rhythms of our common humanity, the common good,
Beats that move our feet, that make us sway,
Hymns of praise,
Psalms of lament,
Raps of justice.
In pandemic and quarantine, in loneliness and separation,
In hope and relief, in connection and friendship,
We praise you for the gift of music.
May we listen to, make, and sing music of hope and love,
Music that glorifies You.
Note- image from Google Free Photos, Pexels; words by Lida Merrill