The Music of Motion
Today I left piano with the joyful realization that there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, the sun was shining fiercely bright, and that the air was just crisp enough to make me wish I had a coat yet warm enough to make me imagine (just for a moment) that spring was approaching. As I skipped off to my car, sliding a little bit on the ice and nearly wiping out right in front of the little girl trotting up the driveway to her lesson, I half listened to some birds singing nearby and half hummed a portion of my Chopin Valse to myself. In that moment, I was stuck in the "in-between" phase, as I call it; the place where you move from one "world" or realm into the next, altering the focus of your frame of mind in order to adjust to the approaching transition. So there I stood, leaning against my salt-covered car and glancing at the world around me, happy for a moment just to stand and see.
All at once a beautiful thought came to me - wouldn't it be amazing if the entire world was alive with a song? And not just any song... a melody from God, suspended in the sky and permeating all of creation. For about ten seconds I sat pondering that thought, imagining the gorgeous melodies of heaven falling down over the whole earth, layering it with the beautiful and transcendental depth of God's love. It was a lovely image, certainly.
Then suddenly I caught my breath, looking up towards the sky and then back at the dripping houses around me... and I laughed at my own blindness.
The earth is already alive with God's song of love - all of the motion and rhythm of creation is music. The rotation of the earth, the patterns of the sun, the faces within the stars, the humming of the wind... all keeping time in God's vastly spreading composition. And not just the earth itself, but also the world we've created. So often I've glanced around me at the technology, the smog, the noise, and I've asked him... why? The hurried rush, the traffic jam, all these snares we've created for ourselves - where do they fall into place?
It's all part of the music. The thudding of feet pounding on the pavement, the whirring of cars flying past on the highway, the rhythm of traffic lights and the clanging of alarms... everything falls into place. As I drove, I could feel it all around me. The rhythm flowed through everything around me, even down to the rattling of the CD's in the side of my door that I'm too lazy to take out. Rhythm. As sporadic and unpredictable as life is, even daily life, when one steps back to see the large picture, they inevitably feel the rhythm. Where does the rhythm come from, and why does it keep moving? That question, of course, is as unanswerable as the attempt to define music, or love, or faith. It is a matter of faith. We're all singing or counting out our own note in this enormous song of God's creation. With laughter and love as notes of grace, tears and pain in minor chords and accents, and God as the melody (even though some grow deaf to his song)... all of life moves forth in a divine harmony unfathomable to man, yet more perfect and real than anything we'll ever approach in this life. And goodness... I can't wait to hear it.
Goodnight and God bless,
~<3~
All at once a beautiful thought came to me - wouldn't it be amazing if the entire world was alive with a song? And not just any song... a melody from God, suspended in the sky and permeating all of creation. For about ten seconds I sat pondering that thought, imagining the gorgeous melodies of heaven falling down over the whole earth, layering it with the beautiful and transcendental depth of God's love. It was a lovely image, certainly.
Then suddenly I caught my breath, looking up towards the sky and then back at the dripping houses around me... and I laughed at my own blindness.
The earth is already alive with God's song of love - all of the motion and rhythm of creation is music. The rotation of the earth, the patterns of the sun, the faces within the stars, the humming of the wind... all keeping time in God's vastly spreading composition. And not just the earth itself, but also the world we've created. So often I've glanced around me at the technology, the smog, the noise, and I've asked him... why? The hurried rush, the traffic jam, all these snares we've created for ourselves - where do they fall into place?
It's all part of the music. The thudding of feet pounding on the pavement, the whirring of cars flying past on the highway, the rhythm of traffic lights and the clanging of alarms... everything falls into place. As I drove, I could feel it all around me. The rhythm flowed through everything around me, even down to the rattling of the CD's in the side of my door that I'm too lazy to take out. Rhythm. As sporadic and unpredictable as life is, even daily life, when one steps back to see the large picture, they inevitably feel the rhythm. Where does the rhythm come from, and why does it keep moving? That question, of course, is as unanswerable as the attempt to define music, or love, or faith. It is a matter of faith. We're all singing or counting out our own note in this enormous song of God's creation. With laughter and love as notes of grace, tears and pain in minor chords and accents, and God as the melody (even though some grow deaf to his song)... all of life moves forth in a divine harmony unfathomable to man, yet more perfect and real than anything we'll ever approach in this life. And goodness... I can't wait to hear it.
Goodnight and God bless,
~<3~
posted by Sarah @ 11:54 PM
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