To get the voices of the many to converge around the speaking of the name of the One you would expect a unity - a singularity of purpose, a focus around a multi-vocal locus of praise. Yet the sound of it is certainly not Bach, not even within coo wee of a triumphant Hallelujah chorus. When I stand on my roof & hear the voices of the many from the mosques in every direction, the sound of it is diverse & discordant, rich in texture, uneven in rhythm… even time displacing.
It is like an unbounded moment when all that have ever spoken the name of the One are concentrated & focused into a particular now. It holds me in silence & wonder out on the edge of the realm of sameness and the unbounded world of the Holy Other.
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