Here
is the directive:
No matter what is coming,
No matter what is here,
No matter what you feel,
No matter what you fear,
Sing!
Lift
your head and sing
to the sky and the tall trees.
Bow
your head and sing
to the earth and the tender
green shoots raising their heads
after the rains.
No
matter if you can’t carry a tune,
No
matter if you wake up raspy-throated
and hoarse,
No
matter what your feeble excuse,
Sing your morning prayers.
Sing your evening prayers.
Sing just because.
Even
if you only sing a silent song
inside your own head,
Even
if all you do is hum, or chant
your little walking song,
The
earth and this life
are so worthy of praise.
And
what better way to praise
than to sing?
