Music is a retreat, a balm to the soul. There are times in life when threads become so tangled, words so impossible to express, that the only thing left is music. On this occasion I’d like to share the Agnus Dei from John Rutter’s Mass of the Children:

Adults:

Agnus Dei, qui tollis pecata mundi, misere nobis.

(Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.)

Children:

Little Lamb who made thee?

Doest thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life and bid thee feed,

By the stream and o’er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice:

Little Lamb who made thee?

Doest thou know who made thee?

Adults and children:

Little lamb I’ll tell thee;

Little lamb I’ll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a lamb;

He is meek and he is mild,

He became a little child:

I a child and thou a lamb,

We are called by his name.

Little lamb, God bless thee.

Little lamb, God bless thee.

(poem by William Blake)

Adults:

Miserere nobis.

(Have mercy on us.)

It would appear I am not alone in turning to music. I normally find choral music to be particularly helpful.

What are the things that help you?