The melody rose and fell, lingering, shimmering in the air, adorning the plain, limestone walls of the crusader church with fantastic shapes and colors, formed from the living, moving sounds.
The church is large with grand, sweeping ceilings, but plain. Ugly, even, by some standards, with its exactly mis-matched windows and pillars. Nothing quite fits in. Like the universal church: large, centuries old, and made of misfit human stones, with all their contrasts and conflicts. But when both churches are filled with praise, then their true, ancient beauty shines through, undeniable.
Consortium Vocale Oslo - Encore at St. Anne's
The church is large with grand, sweeping ceilings, but plain. Ugly, even, by some standards, with its exactly mis-matched windows and pillars. Nothing quite fits in. Like the universal church: large, centuries old, and made of misfit human stones, with all their contrasts and conflicts. But when both churches are filled with praise, then their true, ancient beauty shines through, undeniable.
Consortium Vocale Oslo - Encore at St. Anne's
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