 |
|
|
|
||||||||||||
|
|||||||||||||||
 |
|||||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
||||||
 |
||||||
|
She holds the flute to her heart filling it with her feelings ~ sometimes she fills her flute with joy ~ sometimes she fills her flute with pain. The beat of her heart connects with the flute ~ holding it now to her forehead filling her flute with her thoughts. Prayer fills her mind and the flute uniting them as one. She is now the flute and the flute becomes her. Lifting her flute to her lips she fills the flute with her breath. Fingers move upon the flute creating notes and sound. “ Creator”, she prays ~ “ Hear the pain which fills my heart.” And the flute sends forth to the Creator the song of her pain. Sorrow beyond sorrow ~ grief given voice, released to the Creator. “ Creator,” she prays ~ “ Hear the joy which fills my heart.” And the joy dances in the notes and song, dancing upon the wind, and joy is celebrated with the Creator. The Creator turns His ear towards the prayer of his child lifted high within the voice of the flute. The Creator hears her prayers ~ prayers beyond words. The flute player feels the Creator’s love as her sorrow, grief and pain is heard. She is wrapped in the Creator’s love as her pain is taken deep into the Creator and she is comforted. The flute player feels the Creator’s love as her joy and happiness is received. She feels the Creator’s joy and dances in the Creator’s heart. They are one ~ She is the flute and the flute is her. Prayer beyond the limitation of words lifted in a prayer of song. Sharon Dvorak June 3, 2008
|
||||||
 |
||||||