Only this one played the powerful "God So Loved the World" by John Stainer.
I've heard this piece before and marveled at it, but something about the animation of the dove — a pure white bird flying heavenward, spreading flowers in its wake — and the dynamics of this hymn, the great swells of its sound, the ache in its harmonies — spoke powerfully of the mystery and the promise of this day.
I write these words in the office, a room I don't often sit in this time of day. I don't know why not — because it sits in the front of the house, the one the light touches first.
It is not just Resurrection we celebrate on this day, but transcendence.