"Vidi Aquam" - by the Norbertines of St. Michael's Abbey
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- Опубликовано: 4 май 2023
- The Vidi Aquam is a beautiful chant which is sung every day of the Easter Octave during paschal vespers at St. Michael's Abbey. The text of the chant is taken from the prophet Ezekiel.
"I saw water flowing out of the Temple, from its right side, Alleluia:
And all to whom this water came were saved,
And they shall say: Alleluia, Alleluia."
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Blessed Feast of the Ascension. Have mercy on us, O Lord, that the baptised may persevere in living faith here and now to abide with You eternally.
Beautiful ✨✨✨
Brings me peace to my soul and mind
God bless
❤️ Beautiful!!! ❤️
Heavenly, absolutely angelic!! 🙏😇
Amen praise the Lord!!!
Beautiful and sublime!
My favorite Gregorian chant "track" as it were. When listened outside of its liturgical context. My absolute bone chilling (or is it heart warming?) words whether latin or in my vernacular which is english, and the only chant I have heard "musically butchered" but retain all of its beauty. Is not too far away. The Easter/Paschal Proclamation. The Exsultet. I recommend listening to it! In Latin with english subs! Or in English! It is one of those heavy hitter chants that actually is amazing in english. But youve got to go to that easter vigil, to get the full effect. Not a cathedral or basilica, I mean go if youve got it, if the Vatican is closer to you than a parish by all means go. But honestly, the true beauty of the exsultet is the humble easter fire, the wax candles, the little paper spill proofing, the kids enjoying only this one part before the super long mass, and then the sudden burst of joy again when the baptisms happen, and the unique feeling that--- that was something different. When you go home, tired, hungry, bored, exhilarated, worried about tomorrow, whatever it is. The apostles all felt these emotions on that night, to the extreme! There is no human feeling that did not occur during the life of christ and then to its extreme limit (if there is even a limit) at least to its plausible absoluteness (yes even absolute boredom/agonizing nothingness, trust me, thats what they felt as they dozed off in the garden while jesus wept, all the way to confusion and suicidal sorrow in peter and judas, to utter sorrow wishing for deaths release in mary and Christ, and the longing of the humble to the arrogance of the proud in Magdalene and Thomas, and the all silencing roar of gentle forgiveness in Peter again.) All of humanity, and indeed all of the divine, come together on Easter! Go have a listen! Find out why it really is worth saying, Allelliua.
Jesus of Nazareth, a carpenter in ancient Palestine, was crucified, buried, and on the third day, he was no longer dead. Not only did this man, born of a woman like you and me, die fully, brutally, publicly, and embraced his cross willingly and struggled to fulfill its epic seemingly meaningless end. But he dragged with it all of human depravity, all the way down into death itself, and death could not hold him down. No, like a diver is lost in the ocean and soon the whole world holds its breath for the bubbles and ripples have stopped on the surface, the world exhaled but Christ held longer, and on the third day he burst forth from death itself and changed everything. Death is no longer death. Do not be afraid of things like hellfire, and demons, and do not obsess over your shortcomings or your spouses or your childrens, these all have a time and a place, but at least once a year take heed that truly there is good news of great and everlasting joy. That he is risen, he is risen indeed. And all men and women can confidently boast in his cross, and ask the incredulous question with full confidence and faith: as Paul asks, "Where now, Oh death, is your sting?"
Alleliua. Alleliua.
Wonderful
Love this song