It's mankind's cry, " I am alive
Have you ever listened to Gregorian Chant?
Most people consider it boring, and toss it aside, praying it stays history, and nothing more. But it's beautiful. It makes you rethink your entire life. It puts you in another place, somewhere unclear, but familiar. Sometimes, its the only place that feels like home. Its a real shame its so misunderstood. You forget its just voices; human voices. It makes you want to cry. Real people, living beings, singing together in perfect harmony. In Latin. You've got the Sopranos, up so high, the Bass down so low. It reaches into the bottom of your heart and pulls out everything you wanted to forget. Everything you wish wasn't true. It grabs it out of you and puts it in your face and makes you deal with it. It makes me stop whatever I'm doing, like time is frozen. And i can't help but think and wonder where I'm going, where my life is going. What i want to do, what i want to see. And most of all, what i trust and believe in. And in the course of this journey to my heart, i get lost in the music. The solo kicks in and you can't breathe. Your heart beats faster and faster, waiting for the others. Where are the others? and then, it happens. The choir joins, and it feels so right. Like, this is what we are meant to do. Sing together in harmony. And then its the last minute. And its sad. but it lightens. The song is dying, and the notes are longer.
and then?
silence.
There is no piano. There is no drums. There is no bass, not guitar, no violins. We are left in silence. And man speaks. Drawing on each other to draw the silence back. It's mankind's cry, "I am alive." Its speaking to a God we can't quite hear. Its dark and quiet, but still they believe He's there. They believe He hears them. You can almost hear the joy in the song. I think God is proud of us. His people all coming together to sing a song to their creator. These songs are beautiful and timeless. Its music in its truest form. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a big rock fan. Play a piano, strum a guitar, and instantly I'm fallen for you. But what happens when all of that is taken away? when everything we own is turned to dust? Will we give up? Will we lay down and die?
No.
We sing.
We chant.
Together.
The singers have died
The churches have crumbled.
But their music lives forever.
But of course, most won't even listen to the magic. It just goes back to my belief that if you know a man's music, you know the man.
I mean, if you can't feel the power behind a Gregorian chant, what else cant you feel? What else aren't you listening to? Why can't you see it?
Sometime i ask why I'm left alone in silence. And i think it's because God wants me to sing.
Most people consider it boring, and toss it aside, praying it stays history, and nothing more. But it's beautiful. It makes you rethink your entire life. It puts you in another place, somewhere unclear, but familiar. Sometimes, its the only place that feels like home. Its a real shame its so misunderstood. You forget its just voices; human voices. It makes you want to cry. Real people, living beings, singing together in perfect harmony. In Latin. You've got the Sopranos, up so high, the Bass down so low. It reaches into the bottom of your heart and pulls out everything you wanted to forget. Everything you wish wasn't true. It grabs it out of you and puts it in your face and makes you deal with it. It makes me stop whatever I'm doing, like time is frozen. And i can't help but think and wonder where I'm going, where my life is going. What i want to do, what i want to see. And most of all, what i trust and believe in. And in the course of this journey to my heart, i get lost in the music. The solo kicks in and you can't breathe. Your heart beats faster and faster, waiting for the others. Where are the others? and then, it happens. The choir joins, and it feels so right. Like, this is what we are meant to do. Sing together in harmony. And then its the last minute. And its sad. but it lightens. The song is dying, and the notes are longer.
and then?
silence.
There is no piano. There is no drums. There is no bass, not guitar, no violins. We are left in silence. And man speaks. Drawing on each other to draw the silence back. It's mankind's cry, "I am alive." Its speaking to a God we can't quite hear. Its dark and quiet, but still they believe He's there. They believe He hears them. You can almost hear the joy in the song. I think God is proud of us. His people all coming together to sing a song to their creator. These songs are beautiful and timeless. Its music in its truest form. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a big rock fan. Play a piano, strum a guitar, and instantly I'm fallen for you. But what happens when all of that is taken away? when everything we own is turned to dust? Will we give up? Will we lay down and die?
No.
We sing.
We chant.
Together.
The singers have died
The churches have crumbled.
But their music lives forever.
But of course, most won't even listen to the magic. It just goes back to my belief that if you know a man's music, you know the man.
I mean, if you can't feel the power behind a Gregorian chant, what else cant you feel? What else aren't you listening to? Why can't you see it?
Sometime i ask why I'm left alone in silence. And i think it's because God wants me to sing.