The Song

An old priest has lost his faith in God. He is bitter and disappointed because God has never answered his prayers, and has never spoken to him, in spite of a whole life lived according to all the rules and trying ever so hard, every single day. The old priest has many aches and pains and doesn't sleep well. On this early autumn morning, where all is misty and diffused, he walks in the churchyard for something to do when he hears the sounds of fine young voices rising - it is the children's choir, practicing, as they do every day, and as he heard a million times before.

But on this day, here in the mist, something happens to the old priest - it is as though an old wooden pain in his heart cracks wide open, and at last, he hears the song of angels.