Not in the guttural fragments of the broken words, but in the

singing of the birds, in the whispering of the leaves where

life speaks. And the soul finds rest.

In 1995 I wrote these words and created a letterpress piece, hand-coloured with pencil to honor this time of day. As I leave the place where I work – on the Close of the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C., does this tribute to Evensong, many of which I have attended and where my students sang their praises, hold special meaning.
©Tina Hudak

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