Newsgroups: From: (Bronwyn Boltwood) Subject: [JOI] Sing For Sorrow Message-ID: Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1993 10:19:17 GMT Ouch. Another bruise tomorrow. I cradle Alarond in my arms as best one can when he is fighting like a cornered animal. Which, essentially, is what he is right now. Cornered by the truth, a truth he does not want to be true, to accept and acknowledge. I do not know this man Elanon at all, but I am able to see that he is very important and special to these people. If he is not dead, he is prisoner. No wonder they are blind, deaf and dumb with grief or numb with shock. There is only one other thing I can use to try to calm them, especially Alarond, before he manages to inflict some real damage to somebody. And before the others do something. So I start to sing, very softly, gently, It's a melody without words. I take the pain and grief and the memories they have into my mind and heart, and sing them. Soon, the song is not of my doing anymore, it is just happening. It is both fast and slow, moving, shifting, changing. Ascending to beautiful, joyful heights, and also in the depths of gloom. Intense, then light-hearted. And slowly, slowly, after what seems to be and is a lifetime -- or at least what has passed of it -- the melody draws to a close. On a long, soft, sad and pain-filled note, it fades into silence. But somehow I feel that last note is still going on, though I cannot sing it anymore. It is too quiet for the human voice. But still, it goes on. And perhaps it shall gather strength, when its source is no longer the emotion, but the focus of that emotion. Peregrine -- +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | Bronwyn Boltwood near Ottawa Ontario Canada Me! | | The world's confusing but it holds joy too. Do your best to find the joy. | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+