A mystical symphony permeates my senses and a holy lullaby embraces me.

Therefore, she hummed the provincial lullaby she had learned from the officers_ children in the English Quarter of Jerusalem, and watched in fascination while the savage radical__ eyes misted over with tears. For an instant, the prison bars melted away, and she felt God__ presence__or the first time since their imprisonment. She was not a captive, and this man was not her captor. Indeed, they were both merely God__ children.

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

Sometimes all we need is a hug that will make us feel home. The heartbeats that sound like a lullaby and the eyes which assure us that the world is not such a bad a place yet every time we stare into them.

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it__ okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you__l drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place.

They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.