Thank you very much for always paying attention to my track and taking the time to do so.  
I am always grateful.Forgiveness. 
The forgiveness of sins. People do not forgive others' sins! But if you dwell on it, you will be destroyed. See people with a broad perspective!
Your embracing love erases sin.

Absolution

Ted Danson

Psalm 51 in French - translation of Orthodox version of the Holly Bible.
 Everything is done by ai, i just type prompts, if it was alive would be much better
Aie pitié de moi, ô Dieu, selon ta grande miséricorde ;
et selon l’abondance de tes compassions, efface mon iniquité.

Lave-moi encore et encore de mon injustice,
et purifie-moi de mon péché.

Car je connais mon iniquité,
et mon péché est toujours devant moi.

Contre Toi seul j’ai péché,
et j’ai fait le mal devant Tes yeux,
afin que Tu sois reconnu juste dans tes paroles,
et victorieux quand Tu juges.

Voici, dans l’iniquité j’ai été conçu,
et dans le péché ma mère m’a enfanté.

Voici, Tu as aimé la vérité dans les profondeurs ;
Tu m’as révélé les mystères cachés de ta sagesse.

Purifie-moi avec l’hysope, et je serai pur ;
lave-moi, et je deviendrai plus blanc que la neige.

Fais-moi entendre la joie et l’allégresse ;
et les os humiliés se réjouiront.

Détourne ta face de mes péchés,
et efface toutes mes iniquités.

Crée en moi un cœur pur, ô Dieu,
et renouvelle en mes entrailles un esprit droit.

Ne me rejette pas loin de ta face,
et ne retire pas de moi ton Esprit Saint.

Rends-moi la joie de ton salut,
et fortifie-moi par un esprit souverain.

J’enseignerai tes voies aux transgresseurs,
et les impies reviendront vers toi.

Délivre-moi du sang versé, ô Dieu, Dieu de mon salut ;
et ma langue exultera de ta justice.

Seigneur, ouvre mes lèvres,
et ma bouche annoncera ta louange.

Car tu ne veux pas de sacrifice, sinon je te l’offrirais ;
tu ne prends pas plaisir aux holocaustes.

Le sacrifice à Dieu, c’est un esprit brisé ;
un cœur contrit et humilié, ô Dieu, tu ne le mépriseras pas.

Dans ta bienveillance, fais du bien à Sion ;
rebâtis les murailles de Jérusalem.

Alors tu agréeras les sacrifices de justice,
l’offrande et les holocaustes ;
alors on offrira des taureaux sur ton autel.

Aie pitié de moi, ô Dieu, selon ta grand - Psalm 51

Congratulations to an unknown birthday

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

La locandina mostra un modo di dare voce ai cori inserendo le opportune articolazioni direttamente nella partitura in Finale27 (o anche in Sibelius, credo), evitando di utilizzare le applicazioni consigliate che non sono compatibili con questi software di composizione musicale. L’articolazione indicata con $ permette di inserire le consonanti mute. Le altre articolazioni dovrebbero essere auto-esplicative.
     The photo of the piece illustrates a way to voice choirs by inserting the appropriate articulations directly into the score in Finale27 (or even Sibelius, I believe), avoiding the use of the recommended applications that are not compatible with these music composition software. The articulation indicated by $ allows you to insert silent consonants. The other articulations should be self-explanatory.


Questa musica è il 2° brano della mia opera “SALMODIANDO” (meditazioni sui salmi)
This music is the 2nd piece of my work “SALMODIANDO” (meditations on the psalms)


Beato l’uomo che medita sulla sapienza
e ragiona con l’intelligenza,
considera nel cuore le sue vie,
ne penetra con la mente i segreti.
La insegue come uno che segue una pista,
si apposta sui suoi sentieri.
[: Egli spia alle sue finestre
 e sta ad ascoltare alla sua porta :]
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e mette i propri figli sotto la sua protezione
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Contro il caldo sarà protetto
e in un rifugio di benessere sta.
Egli abiterà all’ombra della sua gloria.  (Sir. 14, 20-27)

Blessed is the man who meditates on wisdom
and reasons with understanding,
who ponders her ways in his heart,
who penetrates her secrets with his mind.
He pursues her like one tracking a scent,
he lies in wait on her paths.
[: He watches at her windows
and listens at her door :]
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and places his children under her protection
and dwells under her branches.
He will be protected from the heat
and dwells in a haven of comfort.
He will dwell in the shadow of her glory. (Sir. 14:20-27)

MEDITAZIONE (Sir.14 20-27)

John Carpenter’s minimalist masterpiece transformed for the Nighty Night Nightmares ball - icy synths layered with processed orchestral strings and dark percussion, fusing vintage horror minimalism with modern electronic madness.

Ted Danson

Orwellian Oscillations