Echo in my soul

I never know when my soul will sing, nor always why it does.

The feeling is one of contradiction. It calls for weeping and laughter mingled. Bittersweet is not the right word, as there is no bitterness in it. Perhaps “sharp-sweet” will do.

One thing is clear. When my soul sings, it invariably sings to its Maker. That may be the reason for the sharp and the sweet, as lifting its voice to God requires my soul to look upon what it cannot apprehend. It is the spiritual equivalent of stretching muscles.

My soul is stretching.

Another image comes to mind, repugnant to some, but not to me, as I like the legless silken creatures. A snake, when it grows, seeks release from the bonds of its old skin. For the freedom to grow, it must break out of itself. I am constantly needing to break out of myself. Every time I  break, I grow. Every time I break my freedom increases.

Whether my soul sings desire, strength or Joy, or all co-mingled with many other songs,  it always has the same effect on me. I am full to overflowing, and I must either raise my own voice in song, or find means of praise in other ways.

Thankfully, there are as many ways to praise God as there are hearts that desire to do so. Living, itself, can be an act of praise. Of course, it does me good to literally lift my voice as often as I can.

My life flows on in endless song
Above earth’s lamentation,
I hear the sweet, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation!
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds and echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

What though my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night He giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging.
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it.
This peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever-springing.
All things are mine, since I am His.
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile,
Our thoughts to them go winging;
When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?

(lyrics attributed to Pauline T. and Doris Plenn)


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10 responses to “Echo in my soul

  • Colleen

    What joy to find this for my morning reading.

  • Deanna

    Testing….I am following your blog now! Thank you for taking me to Tintin ::smiles:: thank you for the introduction

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  • stephencwinter

    It feels right that you are going back to your earlier work right now. I read the wonderful John O’Donohue in his Anamcara saying that old age is a time of harvesting our life journeys but I also think that there are times along the way when we are also called to do this. It feels that you are in such a time now. I pray that you find treasures to bless you on the way ahead.

    • jubilare

      It’s good, I think, to look at where we’ve been, and as I’ve never been good at keeping journals, this blog helps. Without reminders we are apt to lose perspective on the moment, I think.

      • stephencwinter

        I have kept journals in the past and I would read them over in times of retreat. They had a way of reminding me of past insights and saying, “So what have you done about this?” Sometimes I would be convicted. On other occasions, encouraged. Since I began to write the blog I have not written in the journal. I can only think that it has played a similar part in my life. There is, of course, absolutely major difference and that is that the blog invites others to share the story. I think writing about The Lord of the Rings allows a certain distance. I can maintain an element of privacy. But I certainly want to invite others in.

        • jubilare

          It’s a fine balance, isn’t it. Figuring out what needs saying out loud, and what doesn’t? I think I’ve mentioned this to you before, but I have no little fear of publicity. This blog is sort of a stretch for me in that area. Fortunately it is public, but not TOO public. ;)

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