Story of the Wind and the Water

"The lulling cradle"

When the waters were divided it called the wind along and the whole became a movement which spread to all depths and all heights as one.

The Great Maestro called Earth and she became. A great clump with precious veins of life, sprouting a new growth.

The expanse was filled with lights that ruled days and nights.

The moon was chosen to light the path of waters as it ebbed and flowed, allowing wind to follow.

The soothing became a cradle, receiving Earth’s firstborn.

They filled the waters and the skies.

Song was born….

I perched on the high branches, seeing my new world of beauty, I heard the messages in the wind as it moved over me and I felt the urge to know where she comes from.

As my wings opened I almost fell but wind was there to hold me, aligning me with my path. My feet lifted off my branch when wind raised me and I tumbled into the strangeness of nothing to hold on. But suddenly, a solid stream from wind caught my wings and I became part of the skies.

Above the streams I followed, gliding up high over mountains, seeing wide. Down into valleys I dived, beholding the fragrances and colours.

The silver thread was there, always, with many more. I became one with the wind and our flight made my wings ever stronger as we flew on forever until we reached the great silver pool.

My journey ended and yet began anew. From the highest rock I saw how my beautiful world unfolded. The spring of my lulling cradle from where I was born….

The gliding waters are hauling the wind along and the breeze touches my wings, summoning me to join. I take flight over the glistening crystal, riding on waves of wind. I taste the salty foam as wind plays over the smooth backs of flowing silver.

I see my other siblings as I fly across - I see them in shallow puddles, I see them in the dark blue, some with wings as mine come up into the sky to meet me, and others without wings dive back into the silver pool.

We become as we were formed, forever flowing with water and wind. And as the silver turned gold and then copper, we fly to our new homes on the last rays of a setting sun, while water and wind continues to gently sway our cradle.

The love of LORD GOD is my blue sky.

The birds teach me my freedom….

Listen to part of this composition here

To be continued

Spirit of the Child

From Petals Vol. 1 (Symphony 2, 5th Movement)

Strolling on singing a song

the strange old road became a happy one.

My spirits and I would never cry,

the strangeness was gone.

The messenger perched on my shoulder…

Oh, I have to listen, I am curious

and suddenly I know this is serious.

Then I hear a familiar voice, one I knew from long ago.

Part of my own spirit which I didn’t want to know.

But seeing her again I don’t regret,

and she tells me the things I rather wanted to forget.

Then she speaks the truth which I know and I have to let go of all the fears I had.

She is not scared and has never been and then her story begins to play and from a distance my soul refrains…

Do you remember that day

- I remember that day

When you were all alone and scared

- I was so afraid that day

But then that great wonder happened

– that was a great wonder

when the trees began to sway and the birds sang with a different voice

- the trees looked alive and strong with all the beautiful birdsong

and you cried out to them…

- Oh, how I cried!

I begin to cry and cry out to the memory I had, which came to me again not even so long ago and the other voices come back, the glorious voices I heard very long, long ago.

(Yet when I heard them earlier, I didn’t recognize the role they played all my life)

I sing the memory I had as child with this strong part of my spirit and even though she becomes saddened, I become stronger and comfort her. As I comfort her with all the spirits around us, she cries the painful memory I had when I was a lost little child…

I try to comfort her, yet I begin to cry with her our song of desolation. Then the heavenly trumpets sound and the Angelic voices sing the lullaby of comfort and hope.

Through my tears I behold and see my spirit becoming happy, the spirit of the child finding comfort.

….then I find comfort as I drift into the bliss of this great wonder.

And as the Angels go along, the skies fill with song.

Suddenly I can hear it all.

He who fed the birds

Prelude

(Over the plains where I dwell I see the fireworks of the Almighty as He replies to those of man of yesternight yet the birds have taken rest, they know Him and His voice)

The greater noise of Him is my music, my song.

Oh blessed is the Name I call upon.

The greater light He casts is my light

as it vibrates on the paths of the night.

I feel the trembling under my bare feet,

my soul is rising as I meet

each sight, each sound.

Electrified skies as His power runs,

cutting that of man to none.

I breathe the pure air washed by Heaven’s tears,

knowing all yesternight’s fears.

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(A crumb in the pocket of he who fed the birds was on my hand today

And that moment, this mighty music began to play

and as I wrote this sound, I found...)

Papa, I miss you. Do you hear my music?

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(Prelude from "God's Fire")

Solitude

First Revelation, Petals Vol.1, 6th Movement

(I remembered the child I was as the spirit came back to me. I was happy but terribly confused and scared to face the memories that came with and I cried out)

The child’s spirit becomes saddened and I feel the pain. Strength comes from more spirits who know the sad songs and I become lighter, yet tired of carrying the burden again.

The child’s spirit cries and I cry.

Rest my child, take solitude, my Grand Maestro says.

(The Great Voice spoke and all the voices became a force of many that I have to listen to our Grand Maestro)

And as the skies and Earth is filled with every spirit supporting me, I eventually come to rest.