Standing in anticipation
amidst the echoes of silence
reverberating throughout
the immense vastness
of ornate holiness.
The body pulse.
The intake of breath.
The fall of
the guiding hand.
The first note.
A chorus of voices
drowning the silence
in melodious waves
flooding the
awesome space,
caressing the
ancient walls,
dancing around
the lush art.
A privilege and an honor
to raise voices spontaneously
in a sacred and majestic
monument to God.
An unforgettable moment
of beauty and worship
as your son.
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