Center.

Surrounded

The wall of voices

The wall of harmony.

The human voice raised

E. Plubris Unum.

Out of many

Emerging

As one voice

The voice of god.

I don’t know. I probably need to work that poem more.

But the blog is my workshop.

I don’t even consider this publishing, not really,

It’s 5:30 am.

And it snowed last night and I’m sitting in the snowlight listening to this one sacred harp tune over and over and I don’t know exactly why.

It’s fine. I’m probably losing my mind.

I will be curious what this does to my YouTube Algorithm. Once it followed this tune up with Monty Python, which was quite curious. This particular version is Irish. So maybe that’s why? Irish people can sing btw.

Number 277, Antioch, (My Redeemer)

Particularly the version with the guy in the kilt. Although there are different interesting versions. Maybe I’ll put together a playlist, but some of what I like about this music is just listening to the field recordings that aren’t really scripted. That are just people singing in community.

Lyrics:

I know that my Redeemer lives

What comfort that sweet sentence gives.

Shout On! Pray On! We’re gaining ground!

The dead’s alive And the lost is found.

He lives to crush the fiends of hell

He lives and doth within me dwell.

Glory Hallelujah!

It sounds like the courage I need right now.