All videos courtesy of Cradled By Grace the Documentary – PBS
Three songs.
A mother decorating a tree while her child sleeps.
A plea to be known.
A meditation on what hands can hold—and what they can’t.
The music is intimate, volatile, reverent.
It stretches between silence and eruption, restraint and exposure.
The text, by poet Carrie Fountain, speaks plainly—without ornament or explanation.
Together, voice and orchestra shape a sound-world that listens more than it insists.
1. The End
A mother decorates a Christmas tree. Her baby sleeps beneath a sheet of white noise.
As Christ’s mouth searches for the nipple, the sacred and the domestic collapse into one.
The mother’s body becomes a site of miracle, burden, and time.
2. Try Me
A voice pleads: see me, try me, touch me, prove I exist.
Both raw and expansive, this movement hovers on the edge of rupture—
music pushed to its emotional limits without losing its poise.
3. The Hands
Hands that touch, feed, carry, erase.
This final song lives in aftermath: quiet, haunted, and tender.
A meditation on human agency—its weight, its beauty, its danger.
To program or support this cycle's completion, contact:
Owen Summers at Summers Artist Services:
owen@summersartistservices.com
Materials and score available upon request
