53 minutes ago53 min SATB, a cappella. Thanks for taking a listen!Come in the morning, and this is what is best: the wood thrush, turning every sunny path to a holy space. Go there in the evening, and this is what is best: the susurration of little screech owls. Hearts all full, and you, my love, step softly as the night. And the good, good crow chops wood and calls his family home. The great bowl spins, stars in flood, and all of beauty, some of use, hold their breath beneath. Who are we to choose which souls to save? The morning and the evening-Furtak.mp3 The morning and the evening-Furtak.pdf
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