Music from a Garden



My, I've been absent from this blog for a while!
I suppose it's because I've always reserved this blog for essays and book reviews and things of that nature that aren't so personal, and in the past few months life has been pretty full of personal events. Perhaps I'll take some time to blog about all the changes and new things one day, but for the meantime I have a band that I'd love to introduce you to...

The Gray Havens.

The first song that I heard from them was Silver:
When I first heard it, I just thought "Hey, this is a cool song."
But then I read the Warden and the Wolf King, and this song matches the plot surprisingly well. That makes this one of my favorite songs of all time, because the WatWK is my favorite book.
(Can anyone who has read it attest to the similarities?)

This week I finally bought their EP, Where Eyes Don't Go.  I was hoping for another narrative song or two, and was delighted to find that pretty much the whole thing is consisted of folky stories. I love it so much. I feel like these people understand the basic truth that I hold to about the imminent coming of a new home and the nostalgia for that place which we've never yet known. Almost all of the six songs on this EP follow that theme. My favorite by far is Music From a Garden:


I suspect that they took some of their inspiration from The Magician's Nephew (which makes them about 1000 times cooler.) I am simply in love with this song. It's one of the first that I've heard that narrates the creation with an upbeat rhythm, and a chorus that emphasizes an internal connection with the "long forgotten song" to help us put it all into perspective.

I love that they refer to the Trinity as the Dove, the Lion, and the Composer. It's a beautiful picture of the mystery and order that we take so much time trying to analyze. The lines about the Lion speaking combined with the super fun beat bring images to my mind of Aslan roaring Narnia to life (which stirs my soul).

Over all, I fully resonate with that longing and yearning for the Garden to return. As the chorus goes:

I'm still dancing to the music from a garden,
That was so much brighter then,
With the echoes from a long forgotten song,
Escaping from my lungs within,
And you can hear the movement through,
Thee overture that's playing if you listen to the end,
Because the dove and the composer will be dancing,
When the Lion comes again

Just this morning I was reading in Romans 8, and it talks about this very same thing:

    "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.  For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with  patience."

Romans 8:18-25 ESV

Creation waits for us, and we wait for Him. In this eagerness, we are patient because we know that we can trust the faithfulness of our God to deliver us back into the creation that He intended for us. We dance to that old forgotten song as the music escapes from our lungs. We were born to the echoes of the rhythm of our home and there is joy in the movement. It thrills my heart that this song is in agreement with that, alongside the rest of the EP. (except for the last song which is stinking adorable. :)

I hope you can enjoy this band as much as I am! I also hope that there's a full length album coming soon. 

~Heather Rose

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