The bark of a happy pup
The rhythm of a soft hiccough
A sigh of wind through the vale
The song of a nightingale

The giggle of a silly lass
The kyrie of a Latin mass
A chorus of cricket choir
The crack of a raging fire

A cello voicing Bach
A key turning in a lock
A softly whispered coup:
“Darling, I love you!”

May these soft, curled newborn ears
Delight in every hymn they hear;
Heeding not the childish jeer
Nor the sounds of anxious fear,
But cherishing throughout the years
Every note sung sweet and clear.

And may your heart be true and calm,
Your vision pure, your resolve strong,
To lift your voice beyond a qualm
And sing your unique psalm.






Day 3