Dear God, if I listen, I hear your song sung sweetly to me, as soft as a lullaby. There it is, a small thread underneath the world.
My fellows crowd around, they speak. Your song remains, quiet, below. It mixes with these voices. Who sings to me? Your song comes out of the mouths of the many, even as they speak their own words.
Lord, grant me ears to hear. Make me attentive what you are singing to me. All your messages, floating in the air and into my ears. I take note of so few, yet they are all here, balm for my worries.
O! What a day, when I am sung to moment by moment. Let your songs dispel my troubled daydreams.