The Latin phrase inspired this sonnet today.
Dear Lord, sometimes I find it hard to pray;
Gazing on Thee, or thinking on Thy deeds,
My heart cannot express its thought, and bleeds
From straining for the speech that's fled away.
But when words fail, or so some wise men say,
Music begins; let that, then, be my speech.
Let music go where language cannot reach,
To offer Thee my love and pain each day.
Let every note plead for thy grace -- each chord
And cadence cry for Thy sweet mercy, Lord;
Let every scale send praise to soar above;
Let every trill a Pater Noster be,
Each sweet arpeggio sing a Hail Marie,
Weaving together one great act of love.
--March 7, 2009