{"id":819,"date":"2011-12-21T20:10:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-21T20:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/?p=819"},"modified":"2020-07-02T12:13:34","modified_gmt":"2020-07-02T12:13:34","slug":"music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/?p=819","title":{"rendered":"Music"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Music<\/p>\n

When I was a child
I once sat sobbing on the floor
Beside my mother’s piano
As she played and sang
For there was in her singing
A shy yet solemn glory
My smallness could not hold<\/p>\n

And when I was asked
Why I was crying
I had no words for it
I only shook my head
And went on crying<\/p>\n

Why is it that music
At its most beautiful
Opens a wound in us
An ache a desolation
Deep as a homesickness
For some far-off
And half-forgotten country<\/p>\n

I’ve never understood
Why this is so<\/p>\n

But there’s an ancient legend
From the other side of the world
That gives away the secret
Of this mysterious sorrow<\/p>\n

For centuries on centuries
We have been wandering
But we were made for Paradise
As deer for the forest<\/p>\n

And when music comes to us
With its heavenly beauty
It brings us desolation
For when we hear it
We half remember
That lost native country<\/p>\n

We dimly remember the fields
Their fragrant windswept clover
The birdsongs in the orchards
The wild white violets in the moss
By the transparent streams<\/p>\n

And shining at the heart of it
Is the longed-for beauty
Of the One who waits for us
Who will always wait for us
In those radiant meadows<\/p>\n

Yet also came to live with us
And wanders where we wander.
Anne Porter (1911 -2011)<\/p>\n

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