Thanks be for these:
For rank by rank stately standing above us;
For gleaming sun on pipe,
A glittering feast for ear and eye.
For piccolo sound lilting through towers,
And rumbling thunder from the bowels of earth
Meeting in our ears, and joining in our hearts.
Thanks be for these:
For majestic march in times of joy,
And uplifting melody when sadness engulfs us,
For every time when we are in need.
For pipes played with love
And those who placed them there;
For memories of labor lovingly done,
And anticipation of beauty yet to be.
Thanks be for these:
For sound of bow on string,
Of breath over reed,
Of touch on keyboard,
For blending of human voices soft and loud;
For syncopation of hands beating exuberant rhythms;
For chords major and minor - in music and in our lives.
Thanks be for these:
For deep sounds beating out the rhythm of life;
For haunting sounds slicing the expectant air;
For bright sounds celebrating the joy of living;
For dark sounds reminding us of the pain of being;
For sharp sounds demanding our rapt attention;
For flat sounds bringing us back to reality;
Thanks be for these:
For the rests between notes
Suggesting the pauses between word and deed;
For the mixture of sounds
Which are greater than the sum of their parts.
For the sounds that speak when words cannot.
Thanks be for these:
For the harmonies that heal in troubled times;
For the melodies that linger until we need them;
For the rhythms that awaken us to the promise of each new day.
For all those things in which we are delighted.
Thanks be for these.
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