I’ve got the cold.
My throat is sore
and I can’t sing.
Luckily, I can still play the guitar
and so today
I stand with our folk group
as we provide the music
for Sunday morning Mass.

The time comes
for the Our Father,
a song that I particularly love.
Today I can’t sing aloud
but as the folk group and the congregation
all sing aloud
I find myself grinning in delight
and singing along in my head.

And I find myself wondering –
does God hear me
when I sing in my head?
And does my silent song, maybe,
make him smile?

© Claire Murray, 22nd January 2017