Michael Buble

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=Tm4hr4s94Cs 

Be still my soul.....

We ended our day listening to the "3 priests" singing at Armagh Cathedral in Ireland.......Fathers Eugene O'Hagan and Martin O'Hagan, who are brothers, and David Delargy have been in the priesthood for some 20 years. But they've been singing together since their early teens.

In addition to beautiful renditions of "Panis Angelicus" and "Ave Maria", they sang the wonderful song, "Be Still My Soul". This was originally the symphonic poem "Finlandia", by the Finnish composer Jean Sibelius and is one of the most important national songs of Finland. With different words, it is also sung as a Christian hymn, "Be Still My Soul".

Be still, my soul, the Lord is on my side,
Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide,
In every change He, faithful, will remain.
Be still, my soul, thy best, thy heavenly Father,
Through stormy ways leads to a joyful end.

The familiar melody was a joy to hear, as I learned it many years ago while singing in a choir, then known as Glee Club. It was the original "Finlandia" and sometimes rousing and sometimes peaceful. We LOVED singing it!!!

O, Finland, behold, your day is dawning,
The threat of night has been banished away,
And the lark of morning in the brightness sings,
As though the very firmament would sing.
The powers of the night are vanquished by the morning light,
Your day is dawning, O land of birth.

O, rise, Finland, raise up high
Your head, wreathed with great memories.
O, rise, Finland, you showed to the world
That you drove away the slavery,
And that you did not bend under oppression,
Your day is dawning, O land of birth.

I think that I shall never see.....

We recently watched a t.v. program depicting famous old trees in California...with the background sound of a baritone rendition of the poem by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.  

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

This is my oil painting 

of one of God's creations.