Soul

To write. How I would love to write. To craft the words and let them fall from my mind with ever increasing speed and ease. Writing has always been a laborious process for me. The ideas swirl around with intensity and fervor. The passion fills my heart and I want to shout it from the roof top, or at least write it down so it will be preserved forever. But alas, my words are too cumbersome, they flow too slowly to catch the ever-changing swings of moods. The color, the light, the darkness, the pain, the streak of genius. In a fleeting moment it is gone never to be there again.

My words are a glimpse of what is truly there. They never seem adequate or full of enough emotion. They stumble and pause watching the ideas pass them by. But not my music. For with music, you don't simply describe the feeling, you play it, move it and feel it bend and grow. It jumps for joy and wallows in despair. You are in control. They feel what you feel, hear what you hear. You tap into their very souls without a word. There are things for which there are no words. Experiences that two must share to be understood. You look in their eye and see that you have touched something so deep.

A look, that look in their eye. Though often overused to the point of being trite, the eyes really are the window to the soul. They are windows that can never be shut. Even through a laugh you can see their pain or contentedness through their tears. Once in a while, you look and connect. For deep inside is something you have both shared. Maybe not together, but they understand you. In their eyes you feel at peace. A stranger no more, for they have been where you have been.

A soul can speak to a soul like no other. To stand by someone and feel what their soul has to say. You need no words, no music, no look. You stand by them or hold them and your heart knows. For that is the purest way to speak, but often the most misunderstood. The clutter of the tongue, the thickness of the words, the din of the music often drowns out the voice of the soul. But once in a while the soul finds its way out and someone hears.

Missives - He is Risen!

Dear Lord-

Today I write a very different letter. For this Easter Sunday we celebrate the triumphal resurrection when all life was freed from the grave and when all willing hearts are saved from Hell. I wish I could remember that day in Heaven when you rose to meet the Father. I want to remember the shout of joy from all of creation the echoed through the ends of the universe. To hear the hymns that were sung and feel the power of all the faithful gathered. A power that our mortal frames could not begin to comprehend or endure. To see the hosts of heaven bow in humble adoration.

One day I will return to that place where I stood and ponder with even more reverence the meaning of that moment. I will reflect back on my life and see what thou hast done for me. Instead of shouting for joy, I will kneel an offer up my gratitude. For by your power alone am I strong.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sabaoth; pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts; Heaven and earth are full of Your glory.

Hosanna in excelsis

Hosanna in the highest.

And in a coming day, I will declare with all of creation, that Jesus is the Christ, our Lord and Savior.

Your trying to be faithful servant,

David

Missives - Arvo Part

Dear Arvo Part-


While reading through new blog posts today, I saw where someone posted your Stabat Mater on their blog. I came across your music about 10 years ago and have been blown away ever since. However, my favorite has to be Fur Alina. I have always been amazed at how such a simple piece can say so much. The idea that a piece doesn't necessarily have to be big and bold to make a big statement.

Best Regards,

Dave

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