Why carrying a heart within a heart is a consummate expression of faith

On October, I was looking at a colorless day in the house from my office window. The clouds were weighing the sky like a Leaden Doona. There was no big bird here and there. His wings were moving fast enough to be blurred with air. I wondered if he knew another moment than the moment he was in. Was it everything right now? Can Gray from Gray Remember a blue sky?

These images and thoughts were slightly hitting the music I listened to like small waves against a shovel boat. American singer-verse writer Michael Hedges says Ee Cummings poem, I carry your heart. Some of them are: “I carry your heart with me (I carry in my heart)/I’m never without it (anywhere).”

Hedges remains loyal to words while weaving a melody and harmony. If you want, his voice was supported by the sounds of Graham Nash and David Crosby. The song rises together and falls on the emotional tide.

This is the connection of the souls at this point to carry a certain type of beauty to another place. The worlds and something that devotes time become another creation. Cummings poem thought as a process, not a product. Hedges in his song, Sweet Rocking Spirit“Paradise has been turned into sound everywhere, or he says. Some can hear it in angel choirs, others are in the caravan of one stream or in Chirrup of a small bird.

Hedges died in a car accident in 1997. The car shifted from the road and a cliff to his face. His body was not found for a few days. 43 years old, his life and career had begun. Hedges is known as a new era guitar virtuoso that unjustly gives a pigeon hole and a narrow perception of work. His music was unlimited. Indeed, one of the albums is called Air limits.

Cummings died of a paralysis in 1962. He was 67 years old. He was avant -garde both in literature and in a painter and spiritual caller. Many musicians put their poems in music. They carried him with them.

What have we carried for years? What remains unchanged as the world changes as it experiences change? Indeed, can something remain unchanged for a life? The lesson of life no.1, see William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116: “Love is not love/change/or lifting/When it is twisted with a remover for no, it is a constantly fixed sign/Looks at the tumbers and never shaken.”

This is the love of once and still in the heart. At that moment, we carry the “continuously fixed sign”.

If we are lucky, we live as in Cummings’s poem, carrying a heart everywhere we go. Regardless of the years, this is a harmony of faith.