This morning, about 5:45 in the morning, I woke up humming an old gospel hymn. I learned it at church, years ago, when I sang in the choir. Our choir director was an interesting mix of an old, black preacher figure, a broadway show producer and had moments of quiet brilliance. I loved Steven Taylor. Peace, brother.
When he taught a song, I really learned it. Hence, years later, I wake up singing this one in all of its intricacies and pitch changes. This song taught me how to use my vocal chords and the amount of breath power I needed from my diaphragm.
So this morning, I’m singing it in my mind as I lie in bed waiting for my eyes to get accustomed to the changing light.
Why am I singing this, I asked myself. So I listened carefully to the words. “Your peace you give me, in times of the storm” I think that was the key.
I have been fretting, like a hen over her chicks. Something is happening to my circle of friends and family. It is a bit disconcerting the challenges with illness and personal issues that many of them are having and because I love my friends fiercely, I feel these things as well. I hope this will be as much comfort to you as it was and still is, to me, this morning. God Bless.