Walking along before Evensong at the Minster this afternoon, I heard the sound of singing. Round I looked and not a robe in sight. As I turned back heading to the hotel I heard it again. It was coming from the ground! There at my feet was an ordinary looking grate and glorious music was wafting up. Now I happen to know that the Minster choir-rooms are below ground so I wasn’t totally baffled.
That being said, as a metaphor is it apt. The very ground sings its story. The Gospel has been proclaimed here since the sixth century, York Minster a house of prayer for over a thousand!
Rain is back (normal) – cooler (my taste) More later