Countless cities
filled with high-rise buildings are spreading to every corner of the world like
cancer cells under the control of finance.
Looking very lofty, they stand erect on thousands upon thousands of fleshy
bodies, drinking up the freedom and talent of life during the day and then
squandering carnal pleasures in night light for fear that you know how to enjoy
good sleep at night. Your pride is boiled until ashes are floating all over the
sky with blackish white air spreading everywhere. However, you have begun to
fear the cost of breathing fresh air.
In this deep pit
controlled by turbid sounds, I was,
fortunately, still having breath in my body, not ready to listen or look
anymore, with my pure consciousness going up…
A beautiful and moving
melody was
gradually entering my ear to soothe my heart and draw me close to the
source of the melody…
After arrival at that
familiar place, I was willing to open my eyes, and saw the angel of my
soul playing the sacred harp attentively to convey the rhythm of beauty and
goodness. Looking gentle but powerful, the sound seemed not
to stop, but would spread to the world from ancient times to the present.
Where is this familiar
place? Oh! It is a roof covered with gray tiles in the world
filled with colourful high-rise buildings. The sacred harp is an extension of
the fence on the roof that is defending the boundary. That’s it. The fence is
always in my heart.
White pigeons flying
in the air with melody can be seen everywhere, and they may not necessarily be
visible to everyone. In this gray world, white pigeons may
not be easily found or loved.
When you are willing
to fly with the melody of beauty and goodness, or when you enjoy flying with
white pigeons from these obstacles that are not eternal, you will find that it
is Messiah who has always been conducting the performance on a distant mountain.
