On a new home world, off, very far into the bright forest, one knelt alone, drawing a long, as it were, single soul-thought bow across his two-cello benedictus of thanks, while his mind sobbed heart-notes out of the emotional depths of his hallowed new creation. Away, in the New City, even amidst the unnumbered singers in and around the golden walls of God, winged beings heard this alone, crying. All seemed to stop their own joys to listen till he finished his double-harped song of deliverance. It appeared fitting that all Heaven should quiet—like a pond quiets—till this joy-praise was over; for thereafter, they knew there would never be heard anymore sobs throughout the eternity that had been awarded to this one, who having exchanged his little faith for the lifting cross of the Son of God, now humbled down himself with gratitude, and was satisfied.

—Dumas fils

(Lifting Cross= the gladness of the parousia.)

For me, no other instrument has the ability to lower emotional content, nor even begin to start a conversation with and for the musical-me, than the cello, whose powerful dynamics ring with clarity almost ever singing fruit I own. So, for the soul in this vignette I could only reference his deep sobbing joy by the sound of  '2Cellos' as they performed 'Benedictus.' The almost painful subbing tones of these two cellos exactly matched my sentiments for this soul. Here, alone, is one represented who was sobbing out his too-deep joy as he expressed thanks with his two living lifetimes that he was granted to live: the one earthly one which he had lived for 70 years, and the eternal un-ageable one now breathing within....

My similar article: The Weeping Traveler https://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=201191

As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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