Such a small thing can sometimes lighten despair. In Miss Brown’s case it was just a tune. A street musician was playing a violin somewhere down in the street below…
Elizabeth Goudge
…because of a few scraps of music played… her fear was eased. It would come back again, probably, as recurrent pain comes back, but the fiddler had given her a blessed respite. …
And hope was hers, too, now because of those tunes.
The Castle on the Hill
Music is such a sustaining gift. Perhaps similar to the way we’re told that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us when we can’t find the words to pray, it seems that music can draw out the feelings buried within us, giving them expression. It can hold us and fill us, and be a source of light in the dark.
This is one of my favorite pieces to take a pause with when I am weary. I first heard it shared in a lovely place I’ve come to visit often. The soothing beauty of these musical notes brings that blessed respite.
