Exhausted and frustrated Daphne walked out of her office building into the already dark evening. The streets were eerily empty as the wind and snow whipped around her. She shivers and pulls her coat tightly around her, turning up her collar, trying to shrink away from the cold world around her. With her head down she starts walking hurriedly to the train station station.
“Merry Christmas” a passerby says to her.
She looks up a startled. Oh yeah, she thinks to herself, it’s Christmas Eve, that explains the empty streets. She gives him a smile and nod and continues her pace. As she is waiting to cross the street she looks up and can see the glow of warm lights coming from the cathedral at the end of the street.
Suddenly Music fills her ears....
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing HallelujahShe looks around confused. Where is it coming from? She looks for a radio, a store, a car even, she can’t seem to place the music but she keeps hearing the eerie refrain....
Hallelujah, HallelujahAm I going crazy she wonders? Has the stress of this past year finally broken me?
Your faith was strong but you needed proofHer heart is racing and her mind spinning. Where is the music coming from? It seems to be speaking directly to her. Her heart starts racing as she looks around frantically, feeling as if she is Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
She’s so lost in her own swirling mind she doesn’t see the man sitting up against the building. He is dirty and dressed in ratty clothes. Hair overgrown everywhere, he appears homeless. She trips over his out stretched legs and stumbles. The stumbling jars her back into reality and she looks at what caused her fall. Her eyes lock with the mans. His steely gray blue eyes stare back at her with an intensity that causes her to gasp.
Baby I have been here beforeShe still hears the music in her head, or is it him? She can’t break her stare. His eyes seems to be boring into her soul, speaking to her heart. Is he singing this song? What is going she wonders, she shakes herself back into reality, she apologizes profusely and quickly starts to walk away.
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
This is love not some kind of a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God aboveFaster and faster she walks, click, click, click her heels stomp out their own staccato tune on the sidewalk. She’s practically running now and the music is still there playing over and over in her head...
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, HallelujahShe doesn't even know where her feet are taking her anymore, she’s just moving, like her mind and body and being controlled by the music. This has to be what it feels like when you loose your mind she thinks. NO! She says out loud with a stomp, starling herself back into reality. She looks up to find herself in front of the cathedral. She can hear them singing inside.
Hallelujah, HallelujahShe reaches out for the large and weathered wood doors, almost as if she is being pulled in. Slowly she pulls the door open and is blasted in the face with warmth and light.. The smell of incense engulfs her and she can hear the choir singing
Hallelujah, HallelujahBefore she can stop it, talk herself out of it, convince herself she is going crazy a tear starts to roll down her cheek. She reaches out to the worn wood door and slowly pulls it open. She feels as if she is moving through a fog. The warmth and light slap her in the face, she is suddenly wrapped in the smells of incense and candles.
She enters the sanctuary, walking slowly and purposefully like she is supposed to be there, not like a women who is having an apparent mental break down. She slowly makes her way to the alter of candles tucked in the back darkened corner of the church. The soft flickering light of the candles bouncing off the cold painted brick walls draws her in. She slowly lowers herself to the kneeler and collapses into a heap of tears. Shoulders heaving, tears flowing, she let it’s all out. Here fears, her regret, the guilt of the last year.
You say I took the name in vainShe is startled back into reality again by the feeling of a warm hand on her shoulder. She looks up into the gentle face of a nun. Her olive skin showing her age in delicate wrinkles around her wide and kind eyes. Grace, kindness and warmth seem to exude from her being.
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,
It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light
No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.
“It’s okay child, the broken are welcome for they are the ones that can see His love most clearly.”
We're taking 5 minutes (or in this case 3 days, be sure to click the link to hear the song that was the prompt) to reveal in the creativity and inspiration of the season, join us? 'Twas the Write Before Christmas (but it could also be the Photo, the Poem, The Recipe, the....) Who knows where the prompt will take you...