CherryPie had been her usual quiet and sweet self all evening and when it came time to wend her way home to bed she left this for me.
I offer it to God and to you.
The bars quietened.
It is like watching a tankard fill in slow motion. The music swirls and fills the soul.
Our cup runneth over.
I am reminded that among the gloomy matters that so often take the conversations into dark corners, there is beauty to be found, seen, heard, experienced.
The world is a beautiful place. It is for us to open our minds to it. For those who cling to the strange idea that it is all a mindless accident, a result of millions of random accidents that just happened to produce a place not simply fit for human beings but so stunning beyond their imaginings, my heart goes out in sympathy. Poor souls. They need Grace.
No doubt they also think this music 'just happened'.
It is made for us.
Thank the composers.
Sleep well, CherryPie.