Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Lyrics

This is just a fun blog to share some of my favorite Christmastime songs with you and to get you thinking about lyrics and how they can bring meaning to music.  Song lyrics are like poems, and songs are a marriage of words and music, two of my most favorite things. 

The lyrics of Christmas and holiday songs are special.  From the spiritual to the fun loving, all of them evoke certain images and feelings in anyone.  Even those who aren’t religious/spiritual, enjoy these songs because they resonate with joy, fun, love and hope. 

I have a lot of favorite Christmas carols and songs.  Some are favorites because of childhood memories.  Others are favorites for personal or spiritual reasons. 


A Christmas Carol favorite is Away in a Manger.  As a small child I loved that there was a lullaby for Jesus.  I remember singing it to my dolls at Christmas when I got ready for bed.

My parents had a number of albums of Christmas from different countries.  From the Christmas in England album I learned that there was another melody for Away in a Manger. This alternate melody has become my favorite.  The lyric remains the same.

Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes.
I love thee Lord Jesus look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle ‘til morning is nigh.

Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there.

What tremendous memories a song and its lyric can retrieve from hidden secrets that lie deep within each of us.  I find myself singing this song when I feel stressed or out of touch with my spiritual self.  There is a calm that comes from placing yourself  as a child at the feet of ones God.

My favorite Christmas fun song is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  This is the first holiday special I remember watching on television when I was little back in the 60’s. 

Nowadays, I love to sing this song with my daughter.  We’ve been signing it since she was tiny.  We always start by singing out the names of the reindeer, that’s her favorite part.

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glowed.

All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say,
“Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee,
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You’ll go down in history.”

Who doesn’t enjoy this simple story?  It’s one of many songs that were turned into television specials for children.  Some others include Frosty the Snowman and Santa Claus is Coming to Town.  These started out as fun children’s songs for the holiday and became endearing, long lasting holiday television shows.  If not for the gifted lyricists, these songs would never have been made into shows. 

Do you have a favorite holiday song, poem or story?  Do you return to that favorite every year to bring the memories, feelings and images back as part of your celebration?

Feel free to share with me in the comments.  I’d love to hear about your favorites.  Happy holidays!  Merry Christmas! Happy Hannukah!  Happy Kwanzaa!  And a pleasant greeting to all who celebrate in any way at this time of year!

Monday, July 27, 2015

Spiritual Inspiration

Without entering into a lengthy and probably controversial discussion of spirituality or beliefs, I want to discuss how I have been inspired and share some of my writing with you.  

My spirituality or feelings of connection with my God come at times when I am contemplative, under stress, relaxed or are unexpected.  During some of these times I find myself talking to him and even creating something in my mind.  Do you know those times when words just start to form and you have to write them down, those times when you are talking out loud to yourself?  Those are the times when I know I am being inspired to write.  So, I write.

Unfortunately, I can't remember exactly what was going on in my life when I wrote this, but I called it 'A Psalm' for a reason.  When I was first discovering my faith as a Christian, I read the Psalms A LOT!  I connected to them because they are poems, song lyrics, direct messages to God.  I wanted to have (and still want to have) a directed link to God.  David wrote many of the psalms as his expressions of great emotions toward God.  Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he doubted, sometimes he expressed deep faith and love.  The overall feeling of this psalm is a desire for connection, not wanting to be left behind or forgotten.  I can see a strong desire for hope and belonging.  Also, I believe that I needed spiritual strengthening.

A Psalm
By Kimberly L McClune, January 18, 2013

Diffused light from the bright morning star
Emanates through a maze of frosted branches.
Fingers of illumination pattern the blue tinted ground.
A glowing countenance gracefully peers from beyond
Bearing a measure of hope to my longing my soul.

Oh, light that brings peace and love
Renew my spirit, fill the depths of my soul!
Shine your light in and through me.
Reveal your truth to my hardened heart.
Shower me with fulfillment and joy!

Do not deny a weakened spirit.
Open a portal to the inner sanctuary
Hardened by disappointment and fear.
Pour out your soothing balm to cleanse
And heal the wounds left by an ordinary life.

Oh, mighty and righteous giver of peace,
Wondrous lover of needy and aching hearts,
Let your love reign in my gasping soul,
Lift up my wounded spirit,
Wash me clean of all wrongdoing.

Heavy heart, wounded and sore
Hold fast to that one remaining thread of hope.
Don’t loose your grip, but cling to it
As if nothing in the world can move you.
For this is the path to enlightenment.

Hope does not fail, love does not leave
Peace is never far away.
All around are signs of faith and healing.
Open the heart, the mind and the spirit

And all shall enter in, together at last.

Whether you are Christian, Hindu, Jewish, Muslim, or have any other faith, we can all relate to similar spiritual needs.  We want the belonging and the comfort of a faith in something greater than ourselves.  I encourage you to embrace your spirituality as it relates to writing and see what you come up with when you bring the two together.  Writing as an expression of yourself, for some, is the only way to write.  For others, writing can be a way to escape yourself.  

Friday, May 3, 2013

Been Writing Again

Amid my job searching and grant writing internship work I have had a few moments of inspiration creatively. Here are a few poems I came up with since the first of the year.  Also, I submitted more poems to Poetry Quarterly in hopes of being published again.


Clay
By Kimberly L McClune
January 3, 2013

When I am wet, my heart is open
Pliable and easy,
Smooth and bendable.

Mold me with Your spirit
Shape me into Your will
Make me in Your image.

I am Yours
I exist for You
I was created by You.

But when I am dry, I am hard
Coldness seeps in
My heart is closed.

I resist You
Push You away, 
Turn my back on You.

I let fear overwhelm me.
My spirit shudders, fades,
I cower inside, afraid.

My soul is dry, hard clay
Stiff and unyielding
Crumbling,
Chipping,
Cracking.

Rain on me!
Make me supple again
Soft and flexible

Bend and shape me
Make me useful,
A jar to hold Your spirit. 

This piece was written in a moment of spiritual searching.  As you can see, I was asking God to make me His own and help me to not rely on my own powers and understanding, but His.  I found great peace in creating this.

Melody and Lyric
By Kimberly L. McClune
April 5, 2013

Wordless
Lilting tones
Spilling over eardrums,
Slipping into the soul,
Married with sweet harmonies
Create moods in notes
And rhythms.

Stealing upwards
Toward the sky
Happy sounds lift spirits,
To soar with angels,
Carried on melodic themes
And intonations.

Words
Letter formed
Gripping the heart
Touching the soul.
Carefully chosen rhymes
Stories of love
And heartbreak,

Reaching inside
Pulling at thoughts
Tugging at memories.
Told to open hearts,
Tales of sorrow
And joy.

This piece was written specifically for my former Music Professor at Lycoming College who is retiring this year after teacher there for 37 years.  He was very special and I wanted to create something to share with him on his retirement.  This was sent in a package along with some photos and the next poem to be placed in a memory book for him and his family.

On a Song
By Kimberly L. McClune
October 4, 2010

Taking flight,
Soaring in your heart over memories,
Hopes and dreams.

Reaching into yourself,
One moment flowing into another.

Time, captured by a tune,
Lost inside the melody
Held by the words,
Glint of a dream
Shadow of a tear.

While I recently sent this and the previous poem to my college for the memory book, I had written it a few years ago to recount my feelings and thoughts after listening to a particular;y touching song.  Music is an important part of my life, so is writing.  When the two are put together into a song, it is especially moving for me in most cases.  Both of these previous poems have been submitted to Poetry Quarterly as well.

I have written some other pieces since the first of the year, but I don't want to cram too much into this post.  Would that I could spend more time on poetry and stories.  I have several stories and many poems started and in various stages of completion.  Oh that the things that call me away from writing would do themselves so that I could just write and write and write.  Alas, this is but a dream.

I hope that you enjoy these pieces and will watch for another post soon with a few more recent works.