David's harp is without solution, or parallel.......fitful spirits seem ever to contend for mastery within its strings.......wailings of sorrow; groans of pain; shadows of doubt, despair, wonder, and fear; all show their face within its music.......enemies of the nation; enemies of the soul rage as if grace were driven away by the surges of passion and grief within.......and so these dark sayings upon the harp rise before Heaven, as the fist of rage in the face of chaos.......
Man himself, is a dark saying on a harp.......are not we who sing, a universe of being within ourselves, in whom life, nature, and grace combine to make the unique music of our own harps? Man's soul is engraved, as it were, with dark sayings.......chamber on chamber of imagery, covered in mists and hues, they are there; and they are within.......it does seem that we are, at times, possessed of a consciousness, that is more than experience.......it is the music, seeking to resolve the discord within, and express itself in a being of inextinguishable sorrow, separated from his only hope.......and when our harp whispers the music of light,the dark saying on its soul flies before the tone.
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