Friday, September 7, 2012

{Night Songs}


I came again last night, to this place. The drive felt like the night: heavy, dark, silent. And I wondered at the purpose of my coming. 
Those double glass doors, the mirror in the lobby, both with a haunting reflection of my face…or was the reflection me, and the person walking someone else? But no.
Whitewashed halls smell of cleaners and distaste, sorrow and loneliness…but overpowering is the silence, broken only by the occasional beep, beep, beep of a nurse's summoning. So subconsciously, because the Music was missing, I was singing. 
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus….
She was awake when I arrived. Awake and restless, and murmuring and shaking. 
"This is Leah…I'm here to stay with you tonight. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No, honey….just turn the music back on."
So singing I continued, ever so softly, through to the end, and stopped. Then, the weak "Will you turn the music back on?"
So singing on, til I forgot the words, and sleep beckoned. But still she bid the music stay. 
And my memory failed, but the Faithful One didn't and I had a hymnal, so there were words still. So the music from A to K and then sleep. Then rousing and L and onward as again, she asked for song. Then sleep, then song. 
Peace be still, peace be still, hear the words come softly. Through the storm, through the night, bringing perfect rest ……. 
Then song as it dawned. 
The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning…it's time to sing your song again. Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing 'til the evening comes....
 Because every day is a time for His songs. And I wonder if this is what Heaven is like, and if music is the link between the beings in Heaven and the earth-dwellers. 
Then with sunlight streaming 7 she awoke again, for the morning time. Did you hear the music last night? 
Yes…and so that was my purpose, to bring music…and so peace. And I am a reflection, of the One Who Is, the Music Maker. And my heart burns, and I'm humbled, because He can use even the least of these as an instrument for good.

{Night Songs}


I came again last night, to this place. The drive felt like the night: heavy, dark, silent. And I wondered at the purpose of my coming. 
Those double glass doors, the mirror in the lobby, both with a haunting reflection of my face…or was the reflection me, and the person walking someone else? But no.
Whitewashed halls smell of cleaners and distaste, sorrow and loneliness…but overpowering is the silence, broken only by the occasional beep, beep, beep of a nurse's summoning. So subconsciously, because the Music was missing, I was singing. 
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus….
She was awake when I arrived. Awake and restless, and murmuring and shaking. 
"This is Leah…I'm here to stay with you tonight. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No, honey….just turn the music back on."
So singing I continued, ever so softly, through to the end, and stopped. Then, the weak "Will you turn the music back on?"
So singing on, til I forgot the words, and sleep beckoned. But still she bid the music stay. 
And my memory failed, but the Faithful One didn't and I had a hymnal, so there were words still. So the music from A to K and then sleep. Then rousing and L and onward as again, she asked for song. Then sleep, then song. 
Peace be still, peace be still, hear the words come softly. Through the storm, through the night, bringing perfect rest ……. 
Then song as it dawned. 
The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning…it's time to sing your song again. Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing 'til the evening comes....
 Because every day is a time for His songs. And I wonder if this is what Heaven is like, and if music is the link between the beings in Heaven and the earth-dwellers. 
Then with sunlight streaming 7 she awoke again, for the morning time. Did you hear the music last night? 
Yes…and so that was my purpose, to bring music…and so peace. And I am a reflection, of the One Who Is, the Music Maker. And my heart burns, and I'm humbled, because He can use even the least of these as an instrument for good.

 

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