I went to hear the University of King’s College Chapel Choir
late this afternoon in the Anglican cathedral down the street and over a half
block. I have been to several of their concerts
this season—each one absolutely exquisite. Listening to them sing stirs me…draws
me down and sets me loose at the same time… I ache with beauty and longing…
There is a sense for me of being drawn into a breathing,
flexing, living shape of praise… a murmuration comprised of sound instead of
There is One Great Sound lifted
into the universe…a sound that moves with incredible grace… The precision of
it, the way all of the notes are bound into this shape, this sound, because of
this precision… fascinated me.
cohesion and there is movement because of how the notes fit with one another.
In the midst of this glory, I began to think about the Roman
aqueducts of Segovia, Spain… there is nothing holding the stones in place except
the precision of how they fit together…because of that exceptional exertion of
forces working together in union and harmony, water was carried to citizens
from the second half of the 1st
century CE on into the 20th
This music, this encompassing swell of glory...augh...these notes
bending and blending with one another…they too bear something. They carry
forth our desire, our aching, our
prayer…so enticing is the tidal draw of their bond, their breathing, I could feel
myself opening to allow as much room as possible for the music to pass through
me and bear my offerings too.
Someone was giving a presentation at Barat Spirituality
Centre this past Saturday and reminded us all of the basic law of physics that
says the matter that IS is the matter that always has been.
There is no more of it, there is no
It simply takes on different
forms. So these notes, sent forth by humans...humans made of the same stuff as stars...they don't disappear. They become. If this One Great Sound is part of what has been, what is, and what will be, beyond the confines of time or space...
music that took on the shape of the wind this late afternoon can be felt by my
sisters and my brothers who are suffering, who hurt, who are scared, who want
to hope yet fear tomorrow.
Saturated with stardust and aching and prayer, may this
music now loosed into the universe serve as a balm for the wounds of our world…
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