Flow

Something has been... released. A weight has been lifted. I got my hair cut.

ha.

How often is it that every time something happens in my life, I get a haircut? Very.

Things are falling into place.

I think back now, on yesterday. It was a very... different day. I feel now how precious and fragile all of this life truly is. I'm not gonna give you that old two-bit line about how quickly this life can end. But... you feel the veil thin once you've gone to a funeral. Wow, that sounds insensitive doesn't it? But it's true.


So we're starting to learn our songs for region in my choir class. We started learning them a while ago, but I've been preparing for solo/ensemble region so I'm a bit behind. This song is simple. I don't know if this version has the same words as the one I'm singing and it may not sound like a great song, but the version taht we sing is... breath taking

It's called "How can I Keep from Singing"

My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation
I hear the real, thought far off hymn
That hails the new creation
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?

What through the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth
What through the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?



So much is changing. I feel everything around me shifting. I feel like the bed of a great river where it flows lazy and slow. It changes slowly. The water moves over it