This is a gorgeous motet, based on the poem below by Malcolm Guite. I love the compressed power of the image, and how Guite plays with it: not only does he describe, in laconic richness, the sinking of a stone into water; but he inverts the effect and connects it not only to a “lost” human life, but also to the rolling away of the stone on Easter morning. So much goodness in four short lines.

A stone flung in a pool makes waves of light

Until, like every life, it sinks alone.

They plunged Him too, into the pool of night,

Today His waves of light fling back the stone.