Wordplay Wednesday: I’ve Got the Music in Me and So Do You!

 

 

“ All God’s critters got a place in the choir,

Some sing low and some sing higher,

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire

And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they’ve got.”

 

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I have always loved the words to that folk song. (For a great rendition go to Youtube

and find the version from Celtic Thunder.) This morning it popped into my head as I

walked on the greenway near my home. I was saying my prayers and just

sending up gratitude to God for His wonderful creation in all its glory: the sunshine,

the breeze, the flowering trees, the new green buds, and the magnificent music the

birds were making.

 

Listen to the top and the little birds singing

The melody with the high notes ringin’

The good owl sighs over everything

The blackbird disagrees.

 

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It was the loudest and most diverse bunch of melodies I have heard this season.

Perhaps our feathered friends were declaring that spring is finally here after

several false starts and a bit of back- tracking into winter. There were caws,

tweets, screeches, warbles, trills, twitters, chirps, chatters, shrieks, and coos filling

the air. It reminded me of the musicians in an orchestra tuning up before the

symphony. It is not a coordinated effort with one score, but the sounds are still

pleasing to the ear.

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Singing in the nighttime, singing in the day

Little duck quacks and he’s on his way

The otter hasn’t got that much to say;

The porcupine talks to himself.

 

The birds sing because that is what they were created to do. There are, of course,

different reasons they sing: to attract a mate, warn away competitors, announce

danger and so on. I like to think, too, that they sing just for the joy of creating

the song they were born to share with the world. They have music within that

needs to be unleashed to bring enjoyment to others.

 

So do I.

 

So do you.

 

“ All God’s critters got a place in the choir,

Some sing low and some sing higher,

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire

And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they’ve got.”

 

Admittedly, not all of us were born to sing, although scientists claim that each of us is wired to

enjoy music of one kind or another. I love many varieties of music: folk, classic rock, jazz,

classical, oldies, sacred. I enjoy singing even though it is not, by any stretch of the imagination,

a talent I was gifted with. I usually sing when I am alone: in my car, working in the yard, or

puttering around the house. While my only public singing happens in church as part of the

congregation, I still have music to share.

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The dogs and cats they take up the middle

As the honey bee hums, the cricket fiddles

The donkey brays and the pony neighs

The old grey badger just sighs.

 

I’ve got the music in me. My music is a unique song that only I can sing. It consists of my

thoughts, ideas, brainstorms, stories, triumphs , sorrows, light-bulb moments, and ponderings.

Instead of liner notes and melodies, I use words to share my inner symphony. My pens,

notebooks, piles of paper scraps, and computer are my instruments. Each writing session I

tune up with a free-write and then I begin. I write because I have a song to share that only I

can sing.

 

You do as well.

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Listen to the bass it’s the one on the bottom

Where the bullfrog croaks, the hippopotamus

Moans and groans with a big to-do

The old cow just goes moo.

 

Perhaps like me, you use words to write stories. Maybe you wield paint and a brush to create

artwork. Or fabric and a sewing machine to craft quilts or clothing. Or ingredients and a stove

to make delicious cakes, pies or meals. Or spoken words to offer knowledge, healing, or

comfort. Or your singing voice  and/or an instrument.

 

Whatever it is that you hear inside, bring it out in your own unique style.

 

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It’s a simple song, a living song everywhere

By the ox, the fox and the grizzly bear

The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,

The sly old weasel and the turtledove.

 

Perhaps you haven’t yet discovered your medium, but you still have a song to sing. It was not

meant to remain inside you. Find it. Share it. We all benefit when everyone takes their part in

the choir. The word needs your song.

 

“ All God’s critters got a place in the choir,

Some sing low and some sing higher,

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire

And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they’ve got.”

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