Struck

When I hear the purity of sound in a lonely, lovely deeply lit cello...or in some slick renegade underground back beat of electric heart pounding drum or that singular perfect thrumming of falling Icarus guitar (you know that soul sound that makes you feel so insanely happy or beautifully sad)...something inside me holds so still as if I know the world I'm breathing in can't contain anything so beautiful. And its like the essence of time...can't seem to keep its hold on me either. Maybe its not really about the cello...necessarily...I tell myself...everyone has that perfect striking chord, that when its struck makes you feel so alive its almost painful. There is a spiritual clarity in music I find. The music speaks to your spirit before you even know what the musician is really trying to tell you. I recognize the pain, the uncertainty, the pleasure and the sheer humanity by how someone sings a single note. I'll sit and listen to a sound bite of a few seconds ten times over just here U2 sing those two words One Love and he's singing like its that prayer of the sinner laid down and choking in the dirt desolate and hungering for God. I like gospel and the blues (I'm a musical kleptomaniac stealing everything that makes my soul sing) they feel the notes besides just rushing the lyrical out of em...they take their time and make their songs that kaleidoscope of dance too. Strange to think we've been created with all these notes and chords of elegance inside of us....waiting to be struck, or lighted up, or inspired just by a work of art, a kind word or the sound of the stars. I know the stars are silent you say. Or are they?

Sometimes when I'm out walking somewhere with my headphones on...anywhere...headed to someplace and everyplace even in the moonlight..its not the place I'm really trying to get to..not really. I'm really trying to get to God in my own way...I'll walk and pray and lift my heart towards him in the only way I know how. And I know I'm walking too because I like the rhythm of my footsteps...I like just trying to be for once and not trying to become anymore. I'm attempting to be still and maybe all those musical pieces help me find some semblance of peace. There all road signs telling me ahhh....there's the beautiful...there's God working whether I'm listening to Cheryl Crow or Timbaland.

Waking Up....

To the dreamers who are delirious and maddened by their dreaming and To the poets who are spinning out their words...words that are crashing in waves....creating that ceaseless wake of beautiful and melting into all those sojourn crystal-eyed castles we've all been steadily building. We've been building them in one form or another I suppose but I'm sure you already knew that. And I think its about time I came alive again and joined your eternal promise of song. I hear it as I walk barefoot amongst the little daffodils and when I can sense the Eye oF God leaning down from the heavens towards me. There are hallelujahs in the sound of the rain and there is a glory that's buried somewhere deep in this heart that's continually bending and beating that I can't quiet explain. Does your soul ever ache with the want of wanting God? Ahh this clothed humanity...I often wish I could spread these gilded golden thoughts like wings and fly right up to God's doorstep.

Lately, I've been wondering if God gave the Apostle Paul a beautiful, velvety voice so when he was in prison bruised and sore and aching he could have a measure of comfort in singing praises when the moon silently passed upon those broken nights. I think I'm finding a song here and its more wonderful than I ever knew too Paul. Brokenness always brings revelation and I think were all a little broken and a little lost and a little lonely at times. And so I wait on God...for whenever he comes to me...making the day new again...like he does and the sun like the stars are ever so diligent in their rising and falling and breathing and hanging around... reminding me how temporal the world is and how eternal I'm meant to be.

K.Knight