Restoring the soul
For the last couple of days I’ve been listening to the following track pretty much continuously:
Beautiful.
Over at Shameless Popery, Joe recently did a really interesting post about The Shawshank Redemption and the Liturgy in which he quotes what Morgan Freeman’s character says after hearing a beautiful piece of opera:
“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.”
I don’t know about you, but when I listen to this music, this is how I feel.
