December 12th, 2005
I found Thomas Tallis in the dried winter grass today, a 40-voice motet devoid of chlorophyll, building a glass cathedral of its own.
I have never put my hope in any other but in you,
O God of Israel,
who can show both anger
and who absolves all the sins of suffering man.
Creator of Heaven and Earth,
be mindful of our lowliness.