Mary F. C. Pratt writes in her poem “Spring Beholding” that “bluebird, robin, forgotten songs come home.” When life is fraught with tension, when the burdens weigh us down, we forget to sing. But if we can even remember the musical line “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,” the memory of this doleful songs names the problem. And naming is half the battle. “OK,” we tell ourselves, “it’s just a burden; it’s not the end of the world. Find another song.” Search your repertoire for a song of hope, and sing. “Somewhere over the rainbow. . . .” “The sun will come out tomorrow. . . .” “Jesus Christ is risen today!”