I have been reading a lot of books as of late that are written in Old English; therefore, I prithee, may you not be so mindful of such relic-tasting discourse written hereto of solitude.
As long as I can remember, I've been quite accustomed to this word. Solitude. (Mmm) It begins to strike a minor chord within my soul. Not that this chord is meant to wrought a gloomy, defeatist sentiment as to bring in an ambience of fallen countenance; on the contrary, it brings a pleasantry of harmonies that must be appreciated when carefully examined. Appreciated? In every respect. May I provoke your mind to unfold this musical mystery? -How does one sound affect another sound when put together with another sound and another, et cetera?- The unveiling of such shall bring you your appreciation, or lack thereof- I pray not. The harmonies of this minor chord I have put in allegory. These notes, that make up such a beautiful pleasantry, are the miscellaneous Seasons of Life that have brought me to solitude and I shall, with all dexterity, do my best to convey such an impression upon the mind.
The Musical Note I call Three-Flat (3b):
June 30th, 2006 brought forth sorrow's misery with a covert vengeance. Unexpectedly be faced with a tragedy, the question, 'how will my vessel steer straight-ward in the currents of emotion", was not accounted for. Without going into too much detail, my older brother- my only brother- had passed away and "jumped the Great Boa". It is not mine intent to bring such an atmosphere sorrowful, so please bear with me wherein I may sound a bit cynical in the following excerpt:
-This musical note was one of much cynicism- in it's obvious nature- for this deleterious epoch of mine had it's malevolent effect on me. I was grievously vexed at sympathy being bombarded with phone calls and text messages. Empathy was my adversary in whom I utterly hated with a passion. Especially those who uttered the words, "I understand", notwithstanding no such tragedy ever befalling them, to which my blood would boil at the thought of those who so ignorantly would say they 'understood' what torment hath befallen my family; wherein, I would reply, "F*ck you", without hesitation (my apologies for the crudeness)-who wouldn't? In the frangible theology of my Faith and Love in Christ, and not desiring my ambivalence put to ruin precious friendships of mine, I uncoupled myself a yonder and found myself in a new season/note that hath brought me to solitude for fear of damaging relationships: Three-Flat. This note is of the utmost importance because without this note the Chord would never be a minor.
The other notes that I've been through thus far consists of different seasons such as the many...many Summers of Bachelorhood; Winters of Lonesome-Holidays; Springs of Hopeless-Romance; and the next note of equal utmost importance: the Root note which determines which minor Chord is being played:
The Musical Note I call RootWord:
- I have never in my life read the Word of God and studied His character as much as I have these past few years in seeking Him through these seasons. Knowing full well that Christ has taken off my filthy rags, clothed me in His Robe of Righteousness as He died there upon that Cross wearing what used to be my raiments...How could I not run after a Savior with such love and affection! While this note was being played, I took heed to the Psalmist's sayings: 31 & 71: In Thee, O Lord, I have taken refuge; Let me never be ashamed...for Thou art my rock and my fortress. And many more.
That word Refuge by definition means, "a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger, or trouble".
Indeed I have taken Refuge in my God for within the shadow of His wing I find the warmth of His beating heart in which I am intimately prospering in knowledge of Him whereby such fruitfulness is seen by evidence of my heart being shaped like His. Solitude. Mmm, this minor Chord runs it's pleasantries within my soul. Nostalgic of the many seasons, destructive and merriment, that brought me thither; the Lord my Refuge found in such seasons of solitude; truly, I must say, He is the full conversation of this minor Chord to which I will now name:
The Musical Minor Chord I call REFUGEm7 (Refuge minor 7)
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