I have thought about this reading a number of times over the past few days, and words don't come to mind. Maybe my soul isn't singing. Maybe I'm not hearing the song. Maybe the song of my soul is a silent song. Maybe my soul isn't as open as I sometimes think it is. I have some concern regarding those maybes. And I appreciate this piece which pushes me to listen more closely and reflect further.
On Apr 17, 2012 David Doane wrote :