Hear, Heavenly Creator

I'm not a religious person.  But in music, I find something uniquely spiritual.  I had mused on this before, in this post.  I keep coming back to this idea - spirituality in music - that since I've stopped regularly playing or practicing, it feels as if a part of my soul is missing.

Much as I try, words cannot describe this feeling.  Is it longing?  Is it nostalgia?  Is it remembrance?  Perhaps it's all of them.  Perhaps it's resonance: a connection between the music - that unique synthesis of sounds - and the listener (and the musician as well).

The above song was a poem written by Kolbeinn Tumason (1173 - 1208) on his deathbed.  Breathtaking still.

Listen, smith of the heavens,

what the poet asks.

May come softly unto me

your mercy.

So I call to thee,

for you have created me.

I am thy slave,

you are my Lord.

God, I call on thee to heal me.

Remember me, mild one,

most we need thee.

Drive out, O king of suns,

generous and great,

every human sorry

from the city of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one,

most we need thee,

truly every moment

in the world of men.

Send us, son of the virgin,

good causes,

all aid is from thee,

in my heart.

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