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Stacey Robinson
Blogger - January 19, 2015 in Bloggers
A startlement of song
There is a midrash – a story – that there are ten songs in the Bible. What those ten songs are depends upon the rabbi or sage you ask. The list is a bit fluid. All agree, however, that the Tenth Song is, as yet, unwritten. It is the Song of Moshiach, the Messiah — a song so filled with Everythingness that we are redeemed, restored, wrongs righted, pain healed, paradise regained.
What if, instead of that Song, that tenth song is one of our own — the unwritten song, the song that is perhaps written on our souls, or whispered in our hearts – the Song of our own Everythingness? The one of celebration and mourning and love and fear and life and death.
So then the question becomes: What is that song?
This is the song I found, waiting for me today (with a little help from my friends).
There is a song
Somewhere in me
Buried.
Or maybe just
unnoticed,
while I chase
the louder notes —
all brass and
brash,
a startlement of
little songs
and tinny
grandeur.
But there is a song
that plays
Deep
and Slow,
an exultation.
And I rise to it,
and move to it,
and I am drawn to it,
nearer than breath
or Time.
And I rise
to its siren call,
and I am filled
past the borders
of my fear
and the edges
of my joy,
and I sing.
And I sing.
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