Sometimes I forget
Just how much
Music and gardens have in common.
Until this morning.
Before I left for church I reminded myself
When I get home to cut that single RED tulip
Blooming wildly in the midst
Of all those perfect pastel beauties.
It has somehow survived the year
And returned to bloom again.
But it doesn’t fit into this year’s color scheme
So…off with it’s head.
It’s probably the only tulip
That’s ever been saved from cutting
By the tenor section!
We were practicing for our annual
“Palms to Passion” service this morning.
Doing a simple yet glorious version of
“God So Loved the World”
We were sounding pretty good
Except for one measure when those aforementioned tenors
Were moving from note to note ahead of us
The melody loving soprano section.
The tenors should know this by now.
Then I took a moment
And actually looked at the music.
They were singing it correctly.
Our parts were not the same.
We, the sopranos, were the dissonant ones.
Intended to be different from one another.
Dissonant harmony in a church choir.
For some reason
This moment really resonated with me
And I began thinking that
Music is like a garden
Which is like life.
Sometimes it’s the very things that sound off tune
That resolve into true beauty.
It’s the differences that make us richer
Sameness is comfortable
But it is in the bounty of difference
That we experience the true nature
Of all that God created.
Music and gardens.
Some of Her best work!