At Soundcloud you read commentary by Tom Waits, " I heard a recording recently of crickets slowed way down. It sounds like a choir, it sounds like angel music. Something sparkling, celestial with full harmony and bass parts - you wouldn't believe it. It's like a sweeping chorus of heaven, and it's just slowed down, they didn't manipulate the tape at all."
Simcha Fisher writes All Creation Rightly Sings Your Praise
Here is the sound of crickets, slowed down and down until they become a choir. I listened, first skeptically, then fascinated, and finally almost in tears, waiting for the basso profondos to stake their claim, for the sopranos to vault in exultation above the rest of the choir. When we say to God "All creation rightly sings your praise, " this is what we mean. Do the crickets know they are praising God? Oh, yes and no. Just being what they are, doing what they are made to do, they send forth this glorious roundsongPosted by Jill Fallon at October 16, 2013 8:57 AM | Permalink
What the Father wants is for us to rejoice in our very existence, because through our lives we praise Him. Through our good works, yes, and through our efforts and sacrifices and conversions of heart. But also just because we are here -- because we are.
This is why our hearts beat even as we sleep, with every beat gushing forth life. This is why suicides tie their feet together before they dive into the cold river: because they know they will try to save themselves despite themselves, because life works so hard to be alive. This is why babies love other babies. What do they know? Not a thing. Only that we are here, we are here, we are here. Praise God.