It began on a breeze.
A simple, cool breeze that whistled in the pines.
It began with the ocean,
The waves lapping rhythmically.
Pounding, pulsating against the rocks.
It began with a bird.
A small, insignificant creature that warbled a
Melody more majestic than a symphony.
It began with a child.
An angelic voice in the school choir.
That gentle voice was joined by others.
It became a sea of harmony that was
Sung with power and exuberance.
All of this is music.
And it began with God.
Laurie Mattson of Duluth