May it be well with my soul…
One of my favourite hymns is ‘It is well with my soul’. For some reason it has always spoken very well to my soul. I don’t go to church anymore and I don’t follow doctrine. One of the few things I still enjoy about a service is the music and the lyrics. Call it prayer but for me that is far greater than parroted verses a la creeds and rosaries.
It matters not. To each their own – as long as we don’t hurt others in the process. Music will always be my soul language as much as writing is. Hence it makes sense – my joys, sorrows & lamentations would be in these two media. Combined being the best.
And so this hymn has always been a great clench on my heart – it has been a reminder that despite the hell, despite the daily grind and despite the pain, my soul can and will be well. That is not easy – it is quite a feat but it is important nevertheless. That despite all, we are still ok.
Perhaps it is felt greatest in times like these – when things are topsy turvy, a holy mess and there seems little respite. It is important to remember that our souls – tortured as they may be, that they are still holding on. In some faint hope for better times and a belief that things can get better.
Perhaps this hope is far greater than any of us can imagine – perhaps collectively this little hope is what we need. Call it light, call it spirit, call it whatever. But you don’t need anyone else if you can truly reach in and find that little hope. That is God; far greater than any church, dome, temple or mosque could ever provide. Controversial? Maybe. Untrue? No.
Find your light – it is there for the taking. Offered by whatever powers of the universe that understands our souls a lot better than we care to admit.
May it be well for all.
