In 1791, a famous musical composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,
Was given a commission by a Count in Vienna, to write a mass
To commemorate his wife’s death.
While he was writing, a mysterious messenger visited him
Who did not reveal himself, and Mozart came to believe he
Was writing this requiem for his own funeral.
The next year he became very ill, and at the age of 35 he
Died, leaving the piece to be finished by another composer.
One Christmas season, shortly after I started writing, I was
Introduced to the ‘Requiem’ mass Mozart had begun.
Continuously listening to the music, immersing myself in the
Beauty of this piece, there was an experience hard to explain.
Candles, bathing the darkness in silhouettes of beautiful
Reflections, angels passing gently through the air, then
folding their wings in adoration, as choirs of angels
Singing in lamentations,
To words and music playing in another tongue. Multitudes of
Melodies floating to the highest pinnacles of a massive cathedral,
In a Latin dirge of responding supplications. Then in a pause of
Quietness, only ‘Amen” is sung.
My motive for writing was primarily searching for the inner child
That I had lost through the chaos and confusion of
Childhood. Hoping to find reconciliation, seeking a spiritual
There is a verse that says “Seeking the new, we must first let go of
The old” and I wasn’t sure how to do this. I was terrified of the
Child that kept haunting me, seeking deliverance. I realized that
I was trying to do something that was beyond my ability, that
Only a Power greater than I could fulfill this great desire!
Who could accomplish this?
At this Advent season, celebrating
The birth of Jesus,
Humbling Himself, becoming a
To suffer and die
Providing deliverance for our restless
Dispelling the darkness in which
He did this that our child may
Be reborn and set free!