Her tiny frame looked as though the massive bow-like instrument would crush her if it were to tilt to one side or the other. Yet, as she aligned herself in the chair, pulled the string laced harp to her chest and began to strum the notes in whirl-like manner. With each stroke of her fingers, music resonated throughout the open theater, and now the audience was mesmerized, spell-bound and totally consumed by the entrancing sounds that came from her harp. It was more than a musical interlude. It was more than great entertainment. It was the relinquishing of a soul through the notes on the strings, and the calming affect it produced was manifested within the souls of the hearers.
Harp players are a rare and special talent of people who demonstrate abilities that few ever know. They do however become a wonderful example for the manifestation of each person's life. The harpist knows when to strum, stroke, and pluck the notes according to the songs, and the variety of movements of their hands provides either continuity of notes, or ciaos and random clatter. Every day people play a symphony of notes, and sometimes they are flowing, gentle, and calming. Other times they feel like plucking sounds that have them bouncing from one stage to the next. Other times the strumming of each hour is like that of the waterfall flowing from one step to the next. Yes, in essence, each person holds his or her own harp in hand and plays each day according to their own heart's desire.
So, how will the massive instrument be played today? Will there be plucking? Will there be a stroke or two? Will there be provision for the random interruption that often occurs? One thing is for certain, each person holds his or her own harp in hand, and the music that comes from them will either benefit or disadvantage the hearer of the symphony played from each harp.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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