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
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Very nice, Agnes, although the thirteenth line sounds awkward, which perhaps could not be avoided given the image in the poet's head.
Is the awkwardness in the "Hail Marie?" I guess it is, rather; but as you say, it was hard to avoid. Glad you liked it in general, though!
I like it.
The "Hail Marie" is fine; I meant the "arpeggio sing".
Oh... well, arpeggios do sing, as much as anything else, don't they? ;) or did you mean the idea of making "arpeggio" three syllables instead of four?
CP, glad to see you around, as always, and I'm glad you like the sonnet.
Did you know that Haydn prayed a chaplet of the Rosary before each time he sat down to compose?
He did? SWEET!!!!
He also left the freemasons when the emperor forbade them after the execution of his sister and brother in law in France.
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