The Universe — pt 2, Advent 8

the Universe, she’s wounded
she’s got bruises on her feet

This is the opening line to, probably, one of my favorite song — “The Universe,” by Gregory Alan Isakov.

One of the beautiful things about music is that the artist provides a place for our reality and our hopes to intersect. At least that is one way I think about it. I Came across this quote once by Elbert Hubbard (I am not familiar with him, but like the quote) from in a 1908 volume of Little Journeys to the Homes of Great Teachers:

Art is not a thing — it is a way.

Music is a way. We find it and then follow it.

This song called The Universe is one that offers hope and accepts that the world and life is not and will not be perfect.

This section:

the Universe, she’s wounded
but she’s still got infinity ahead of her
she’s still got you and me
and everybody says that she’s beautiful

There is a desire to move forward, to awaken again, and see a better day. A deep longing in each of us to see the light overcome the darkness. And the Universe has you, and me.

And, one last thought, is that opportunity we have to see that those things that may not make complete sense, or may not be the way we wish they would be, perhaps are all part of a beautiful tapestry that is art — a Way. Perhaps, these moments we have, the ups and downs, the joy and misery, are “ just folds in her dress.”

One of the greatest truths of advent and Christmas is that a light has dawned, on us a light shines, the darkness has not overcome it, and we have hope.