“From the rising of the sun to its setting the name of the LORD is to be praised. The LORD is high above all nations; His glory is above the heavens.”
I walked into Tilton, unsuspecting. Opening the door, a piano’s voice instantly wrapped me in its joyful, laughing melody as the sun’s rays flowed through the wall of windows to cast a twisted grid on the hardwood floor. In the light floated, serenely, a red balloon. Sedately it rose, taking its time, the shadow and light changing it from maroon to red alternately. Behind it, through the window, blue sky and white clouds shone; the floor glowed; and through it all the piano player danced his fingers skilfully across the keys. With the balloon, the music rose, and as it sank the notes did too. Child’s tunes interwove with Bach to bounce about the echoing hall, cutting through the sunlight and sinking into Coleridge’s words standing before my eyes. The words, the balloon, the sun, and the music for a time froze life’s troubles. It was God in life, beautiful beyond my sorry words can explain. Wonderful. Glorious. Glowing. Irreplaceable. Joyful.
– KF –