My morning comes to a brief, pleasurable standstill as the high, smooth male voice goes up and down in song, with words I seem to understand though I don’t know the language – a sad, all too human feeling conveyed. I stop everything and listen, for this music has a dreamlike quality, and I have just come from the world of dreams. It could almost be a continuation of my sleep; in fact, the effect is powerful enough for it to be that. The rest of my day can wait. I’m in my own “church”, hearing a hymn that in its few minutes brings me closer to everyone. It is indeed blessed to lose that everyday anger in the sound of a voice.