The song of creation

There is a melody, as yet uncomposed Whose resonance will reverberate throughout the world It is a song that will herald the messiah And will shake the foundations of creation Forever since Time, the world has been hungering For this tune, this niggun whose signature vibrates With the soul of the universe, with God. Since time immemorial we have been in constant search for those cadences. The harmonies that might inch us closer to the perfect pitch. The music of the spheres that will explode the existing order of things. Break the accepted hierarchies and sanities. Fracture the pecking order of the chosen and the damned.

We know when we are close. A particular rhythm or harmony grabs us in the chest. Moves us to tears, breaks the monotony of the day. But, as we get used to hearing time and again, we discard it. For history becomes the dumping ground for old melodies, yesterday's tune For each song mirrors merely the state of being we reflect now.

Like falling in love Like a slow infatuation A passing shadow of what might have been.

Genius in music knows of this phenomenon And, besides the consumer driven musical industry Resists the temptation of musical flirtation Preferring instead a search for that elusive sequence A string, a chord, a pitch, that mirrors the inner world of soul The song of the messiah will be different It will include all prior attempts-but transcend them The combined history of all human frailty All the failures betrayals, the tortures and the starvation The children, unsuspecting Towering infernos of smoke, spirits flying up in flames How could there ever be a note of music written again?

This song will cause shockwaves through the heart of stone. Splintering it into fragments showering in all directions. Leaving only the crying song of birds.

Surely he cannot merely show up unannounced!

What an anathema!

No, like the foretaste before the banquet The palate must be prepared A heralding of the "good news" like yesteryear in biblical lands. For this he will need the niggun - the song of redemption.

A song fitting for the master Gardner Who knows each blade of grass, each flower Each one's needs, each one's pain For he is the soul of souls who will come to heal The pain and ineffable yearning for conclusion Who will neutralize the hatred resentment, fear and selfdestruction By his harmonic power.

Uniting mankind in a song of harmony and reconciliation The tune will be sung in all keys All colors Recognizing the all powerful spirit of the universe, the soul of the world A song that reflects all the hopes from time eternal A true composition for His majesty.