Children touch their inner spirit while making music. |
I stopped to hear the children's choir rehearse for their concert. It was a summer afternoon and the children were singing of a willow tree and love. It was an old song the melody beautiful, soaring, and mature. The music was beyond their years--it was too big for them and their experience. I began to think about these children as they sang. I imagined each child's soul was a river, fresh and pure. Dark waters rushed by, like time. Rocks were skipping on the surface of each soul-river and the children were reborn each day into someone new. But, the soaring melody the children sang brought a profound stillnes to their soul-rivers. The waters were motionless and transparent. I could imagine a clear view of colored stones that lay, like unearthed gems, at the bottom of the still rivers. A bright light had gone deep and the children's souls glistened like jewels as they sang of the willow tree and love. Just for a moment, they had grown up. They understood hardship, sadness, suffering, death, love, wonder, the world. They understood beauty. Music was the master. Music was the teacher. Music was the light. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |