The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
~ ~ Wadsworth Longfellow
May I become hollow like the reed, so You may play your melody through me.
For I long to be attuned to the great Song of the Cosmos,
to know the song of inner praise!
O, that I might hear the divine melody within my soul
and give birth to a dancing star!