O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.
Hildegard of BingenWhen the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.
Hildegard of Bingen