I was catching up on email, doing a zillion (and I mean A ZILLION) things that beg for my attention, and a song came on Pandora. It made me SO happy. Traditional lyrics that I know well, redone in contemporary ways. Hearing them summoned the absolute best aspects of my faith: deep melodies untarnished by harm, patriarchy, silencing; things that have chipped away at that well-learned and long-assumed bedrock.

But, in so doing, a diamond emerges. A faith that now invites me to new, more powerful, and beautiful, expansive spaces, the Sacred Feminine, and music that makes me smile…laugh…dance. Faith that makes me joyful.



As I listened to this a second time, I wept. Something so beautiful about these lyrics. Truly, so feminine. Read them and see if you don’t agree.

Joyful, joyful, we adore thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
hearts unfold like flowers before thee,
opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
drive the dark of doubt away.
Giver of immortal gladness
fill us with the light of day.

All thy works with joy surround thee,
earth and heaven reflect thy rays,
stars and angels sing around thee,
center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
flowery meadow, flashing sea,
chanting bird and flowing fountain,
call us to rejoice in thee.

Faith. Renewed. Forward motion. And embedded in text/lyric/melody that continues to speak, sing, touch. Sometimes, gratefully, it’s bigger than I am.