By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down and wept,
When we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst of it
We hung our harps. For there our captors demanded of us songs,
And our tormentors mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” How can we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?
PSALM 137:1-4

In this foreign land let the melody of our soul be as sweet and clear as the sound of the Thrush atop a tree, that all may hear and marvel at the song we sing even under dark clouds.