Everyone has read the story of the monk who once sat down in a wood near a monastery and wondered whether Heaven would not after a time lose its charm. A little bird began to sing a song so sweet that he sat entranced. After a few minutes, as it seemed to him, the song ceased and he returned to his monastery to find that he had sat there and listened for twenty years. If this could be the case when it was but one little bird singing, what must be the absorbing delight of the music of the Angels and Saints in Heaven?

This music will combine the beauty of every earthly instrument and of the sweetest of earthly singers. No notes were ever heard on earth like the notes of the virgins, boys and girls, men and women, who will sing a heavenly melody that will never cease; and each note will be such that, if we heard it on earth, we should despise all pain and suffering, nay, death itself, for the joy of listening to it.

There will be a still sweeter music for the blessed in Heaven, a music which makes the music of the Saints and Angels seem almost discord. The Voice of Jesus Christ will be Heaven's sweetest melody. If on earth men hung on His every word, if never man spoke like that Man, what will be the Divine attraction of every word, every sound that will proceed from His lips in Heaven? How each word will ravish the souls of all the Saints in Heaven! O my God, grant that I may hear that Voice in Heaven.

Pray to dwell now in spirit in the company of the Voice speaking to your heart on earth.