Music is like a human echo of the beauty of the world

John P. McNamee

Music is like a human echo of the beauty of the world or nature or flowers somewhere out there sounding the beauty of a Creator... As I listen to this beauty, I can rest, let down the guard I consciously or unconsciously maintain against the next minor or major difficulty or crisis.

~ from DIARY OF A CITY PRIEST by John P. McNamee

Diary Of A City Priest

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