What if we couldn’t speak?
And what if we couldn’t write?
What then would the word “Alleluia” sound like?
How would it be spoken?
How would it be spelled?
Perhaps as simply as the holy act,
Of a flower being smelled.
Because it is in those moments,
When we stop and take life in,
That our hearts cry “Alleluia!”
To the One from Whom life begins.
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