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“What Child Is This?” (Soundings, 3rd Impression)

In 1865, William Chatterton Dix,
manager at a Glasgow insurance company,
fell desperately ill: depression,
raging infection, isolation—
this man, dedicated to insuring
the lives and livelihoods of others,
languished, near death.

Then, Dix rallied, experiencing
vibrant spiritual renewal, and
from his suffering he bequeathed us
words for one our cherished carols:
“What Child Is This?”

This Christmas, amid global depression,
raging illness, and isolation,
let’s remind one another
that Emmanuel, God with us,
has come … and will return.

“How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings …
who say ‘Your God reigns!’

“Watchmen lift up their voices;
together they shout for joy …
for the Lord has comforted his people …
and all the ends of the earth
will see the salvation of our God.

“Jesus himself said, ‘I was born for this:
to tell people about the truth.
That is why I came into the world.’

“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news!”

Isaiah 52: 7-10

Have any good news to share? We’d love to hear it and rejoice with you . . .

Alternatively, this is a season of “mean estate” for millions. We’d be equally honored to pray alongside you . . .

“What Child Is This,” traditional English folk song, lyrics by William Chatterton Dix, 1865. Public domain.
Reading: Laurie Klein
Music arranged and performed by Bill Klein

Giving Thanks (Soundings, 2nd Impression)

by Laurie Klein 14 Chiming In

Giving Thanks:

Ah, dear-to-me friends,
despite multiple, escalating
crises—worldwide—
I still believe
ever-present mercy
invites us to give thanks.

So, Dreamer and I created another recording, hoping that it will hearten you as it has us.

In this week traditionally given over to giving thanks here in America, here’s a reading and song, from our house to yours. Happy Thanksgiving—whatever forms your celebrations take this year.

Psalm 136: 1, 3-9, 26

You might also enjoy these posts from the archives on giving thanks:

Gratitude: Break free, generate life

Time to Talk Turkey

Photo by Red Zeppelin on Unsplash

The Wall (Soundings: 1st impression)

by Laurie Klein 24 Chiming In

The Wall. This year, as the holidays approach, we may find ourselves on a collision course with the seemingly insurmountable.

Rather than writing a post, here is a small heartfelt anodyne — from our house to yours — the first of several Soundings I’ll send you over the holiday months. Dreamer and I hope you’ll share these with those you know who might enjoy them. In a time of walls, relational disconnects, and lockdown, hope, too, may prove contagious.

Today you’ll hear “God of the Living,” a powerful blessing written by artist/writer/speaker Jan Richardson, followed by a song Dreamer wrote—both pieces gratefully voiced by yours truly.

GOD OF THE LIVING

When the wall
between the worlds
is too firm,
too close.

When it seems
all solidity
and sharp edges.

When every morning
you wake as if
flattened against it,
its forbidding presence
fairly pressing the breath
from you
all over again.

Then may you be given
a glimpse
of how weak the wall
and how strong what stirs
on the other side,

breathing with you
and blessing you
still,
forever bound to you
but freeing you
into this living,
into this world
so much wider
than you ever knew.

THE EYES OF ALL (based on Ps. 145:15-16, 18-19)

The eyes of all wait upon you and the reason—
oh, my Lord, you give them their meat in due season.
You open your hand, and every man is made full.

The Lord is near to all who call upon him.
He will fulfill the desire of those who fear him.
He hears their cry and he draws nigh to save.

“God of the Living” by Jan Richardson, from Sparrow: A Book of Life and Death and Life, Wanton Gospeller Press, 2020. Used by permission.

“The Eyes of All” by Bill Klein, Sounding Chord, House of Mercy Music, 1984. Used by permission.

“Stay Safe” photo by Feranmi Ogundeko on Unsplash

Brick wall photo by Shashank Hudkar on Unsplash

Sonata in Stone

by Laurie Klein 23 Chiming In

Sonata in Stone, underfoot: behold a few visual echoes from nature, seemingly composed in the key of longing. These rhythmic patterns captured me, years ago, while walking California’s Jamala Beach.

They could be dancing musical staves—minus the clefs and rests and notes.

Moiré-like in pattern, they could be petrified silk.

Or stony scrolls for the heads of cellos.

Why a sonata in stone?

The word sonata (from Latin and Italian: sonare, “to sound”) denotes an instrumental composition comprising:

three or four movements
contrasting forms and keys
optional introduction and/or coda, or tailpiece

A sonata da chiesa (Italian: chiesa, “church”) was traditionally composed for worship settings. Music played for the glory of God. Without words.

In these troubled days so many conflicting words commandeer the air waves—despairing, mocking, promising, militant.

What about a time out? Let’s identify whimsy. Virtue. Everyday largesse.

I invite you to absorb the implied music in the photos below.

What do you perceive between the lines? How might God expand your perception? What prayer might you offer that we could pray alongside you?

I see the floating hems of an oil slick . . . May we cherish and guard our local bodies of water, Amen.

sonata in stone, the colors of oil slicks

I see organic brain scans for dementia . . . May grace companion our loved ones who suffer, Amen.

I see a Topo contour map . . . May we aid a loved one or stranger braving the ups and downs of this day, Amen.

Despite all that divides us, much remains that we can agree on.

Will you gift us with an observation and petition or blessing in the comments below?

Hai*Pho — No, it’s not a new entree . . .

by Laurie Klein 24 Chiming In

What on earth is Hai*pho? A fleeting, luminescent marriage: poem and image. Pho-to + Hai-ku.

“So much depends on the light, and the way you squint.” (Margaret Atwood’s astute observation.)

Welcome, friends, to my growing, mid-pandemic gallery. Here’s my first arranged engagement.

MARCH

Snowstorm on the way.
Hope takes a morning ramble
among buttercups.

Matchmaking with lens and keyboard prompts my imagination during our current lockdown. It propels me outside, clad in battery-heated sweatshirt (thank you, Dreamer!) and polka-dot mud boots.

And one blustery day . . . snow boots.

FIRST ROBIN

Cheerio, chirr-up . . .
Icy lacework of twigs and snow—
how the world rallies.

During these surreal times, it’s stimulating to focus on the diminutive Japanese art form. Haiku is nature-based, 3-lines, 17-syllables, arranged thus: 5, then 7, then 5.

It’s terse. Evanescent. Hopefully, memory inducing. And thought provoking.

LIKE US

A pond, locked in ice,
dreams of open water. Oh,
how we need the sun!

Hai*pho aims to grasp the come-hither hem of beauty and truth. Mercurial moods and possible meanings simmer beneath everyday surfaces that surround us.

Break the word down and voila! — a cultural marriage. Hai is Japanese, for “hello” and “yes.” Pho is Vietnamese for “soup.”

Hello . . . soup. O YES!

The pond shot above does have a soupy look. Perhaps hai*pho IS an entree. A little something to nourish hope . . .

EQUINOX

He summons the night
to dance with the dawn: shadows
elbowing sunlight.

How merciful that our hopes and prayers for healing across the wide world coincide with the equinox, emblematic of balance, and Spring, and Lent . . . everything quietly pointing toward Easter.

NEST EGGS

Shells. The fearful crack.
The soft, extended wing. Then . . .
beaks. Songs. All-new songs!

What creative endeavors are keeping you lively during the pandemic? I hope you’ll share in the comments. Who knows what you might spark in the mind and life of another?

“I will show them my wonders.”

—Micah 7:15