It's my personal retreat day :-) which means I'm spending this lovely Sunday morning with Jesus and a delectable cup of mocha. I call these my "soaking days" when I steep in music, Scripture and spend a lot of time processing, journaling and praying.
In the past few years, I've discovered that God speaks to me a lot through music, and to a slightly lesser extent, stories and visual images. There is a definite spiritual experience involved with taking in art; there are few things that can quiet my soul like good, truthful art.
I was listening to Caedmon's Call cd on the way up here to the coffeeshop this morning. It's an old cd and I've known these songs for years, but a song called "Close of Autumn" that I used to consistently skip over quietly captured my attention today. First the music: the rhythm and interplay of the instruments, each with its own voice--unique and simple but perfectly complementary. Then the lyrics began. They spoke what the music had already begun to say, completing a haunting and beautiful piece of musical craft. I'm not completely sure what this song means; I haven't mulled it over in my mind yet. But something about it stirred my spirit so I figured I needed to pay attention.
Here are the lyrics for you to soak up as well. Don't think too hard, just be receptive.
A sudden gust of gravity
I stop wailing and kicking just to let this water cover me
Cover me
Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind you'll overcome me
And swell up around me
With my fighting so vain, with my vanity so fought
I'm rolling over
"Cause in just the same way the stream becomes swollen
Swollen with cold up over the ground
When my heart draws close to the close of autumn
Your love abounds
"All this time I've been thinking, wondering how would it be
To breathe in deep
Guess I need to be careful when I ask for a drink
Just might get what I ask for
And I know just what you'd say to me
That's why I don't ask you
What would I ask you
I'm like a bull-headed boy these days crying my toy is gone
You're shiny and new
"Cause in just the same way the stream becomes swollen
Swollen with cold up over the ground
When my heart draws close to the close of autumn
Your love abounds
"Guess I'll drop my anger here before I float away
And the chains around me
An awful lot of talking, I don't leave you much to say
You didn't ever leave me
And my greatest fear was you'd leave me here
A long time back my feet could touch the bottom."
You didn't ever leave me
And my greatest fear was you'd leave me here
A long time back my feet could touch the bottom."
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