All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, emerging from God like the rays of the sun.

When 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.

Don't let yourself forget that God's grace rewards not only those who never slip, but also those who bend and fall. So sing! The song of rejoicing softens hard hearts. It makes tears of godly sorrow flow from them. Singing summons the Holy Spirit. Happy praises offered in simplicity and love lead the faithful to complete harmony, without discord. Don't stop singing.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions. With interior yearning, grace and blessing are bestowed. It is a yearning to take on God's gentle yoke, It is a yearning to give one's self to God's Way.

All of creation is a song of praise to God.

The marvels of God are not brought forth from one's self. Rather, it is more like a chord, a sound that is played. The tone does not come out of the chord itself, but rather, through the touch of the musician. I am, of course, the lyre and harp of God's kindness.