If music was a light, it would sound brighter in the dark. Like the glow around the moon, it would fade to illuminate the stars.
If music was composed of rays, it would lift the mist from the world, until its brilliance played across the skies not silenced by the clouds.
If music was a mirror, it would reflect each soul that listened.
If music was eternity, it would be heard beyond all breathing, accompanied by the heartstrings of the angels, never to be broken.
If music was silence, it would be for our ears to hear nothing but its calling us to paradise.
Copyright 2012 by DM Denton
The martyred Saint Cecilia (2nd Century) is the patron saint of music, musicians, and poetry.
It is told that as she was dying she sang to God. It is also written that as the musicians played at her wedding she “sang in her heart to the Lord”. Her feast day is celebrated … November 22.
(Since I first published I have removed the details of Saint Cecilia’s death, as I realized they were taking away from my original intention of this post … to be about light and hope, not darkness or suffering.)
If you wish to read more about Saint Cecilia please check out her listing on Wikipedia.
©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.
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Music is like a mirror, and there is so much of it that feels like a reflection of my soul when I listen to it. Lovely drawing – I will have to go learn some more about St. Cecilia now. Thanks for introducing her to me.
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That is such a beautiful comment on music, Barbara! I know myself – my inner self – so much more because of music and its muses. Thank you and blessings.
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Lovely Ode. I must say the biography is a grim read. The Romans could definitely be a bit harsh. as always the drawing is a delight
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Thank you, Counting Ducks! I am glad the bio didn’t put you off enjoying the words and artwork.
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Hi Diane,
an ode to music. and a lovely one! To be chopped like that, what a horrible way to die!
Love and hugs xx
Ina
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Hi, Ina. Thank you so much. Yes, a little gruesome. I actually just went and removed the details of her death from the actual post (I felt it was putting some readers off and detracting from my intention of the post. I left the link to Wikipedia, if anyone wants to read more).
Diane ♥
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You had me at “contemplation” 🙂
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Hmmm … I wonder why? Thanks for the visit, Michael!
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Wow, what an amazing story, Diane! And I love your poem, of course! God bless you big, this holiday season–love, sis Caddo
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Yes, as the stories of saints often are. Thank you, Caddo. Wishing you the joys of the season! Diane XO
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Lyrically lovely…many thanks for sharing your poem and the inspiration behind it!
Rachael 🙂
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Thank you, Rachael, for your visit and kind comment! Blessings.
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Three times? She really went down with the ship! Music is existence…
e
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Yes, a little gruesome, but that is often the mortal ending for a saint.
“Music is existence” … beautifully put, Eric. Thank you!
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