THE SILENT SYMPHONY OF SPRING

A ‘Sacrifice of Spring’ is offered every time a candle is lit to do homage to the Sacred Host.

Praise God, oh flickering candle wick,  trembling with awe in front of His Majesty.     Praising Him on behalf of all those who contributed  for your                presence there.

                                                                                                                                                                            

Praise God … oh winds, you scatter the seeds on the face of the earth,                      to north and south, to east and west, scattering seeds means giving new life,          to be born again and help in the cycle of life.

Praise God, you soil, be you black or red or brown,   for you nourish and               strengthen the seeds and the roots.

Praise God, all clouds travelling along the firmament,  you quench the thirst          and refresh all that is dry.

Praise God, oh sun, the shadow of God Himself,  for the warmth, strength,              nourishment of all.

Praise God, oh Spring for with your smile and warmth  you help flowers to            bloom and open up,   to offer their treasure chests of gold  to the mother bees,   and with great art, wax is produced.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

 Praise God, oh man   for now  it is your turn a candle to mould and shape,    offer it to HIM who created everything.                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Praise God, oh candle, sing, dance with joy,  for now your turn to offer a                   ‘Symphony of Spring’,   in the name of all concerned;  the winds, the soil,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   the clouds,  the sun in Spring, the bees and man.

                                                                                                                                                                Like a maestro, an orchestra ,   directing                                                                              the wick moves to and fro, keeping the tempo,  and sending messages of Love, whilst playing  ‘The Symphony of Spring’.