ROCK MY SOUL

Isn't it amazing how wisdom speaks to us in so many ways?

Have you ever had a song suddenly start playing in your mind? I’m pretty sure we’ve all had this experience sometime. It happened to me this morning with Peter, Paul, and Mary’s folk version of Rock My Soul.

Rock My Soul

Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham…

Oh rock my soul…

So high can’t get over it

So low can’t get under it

So wide can’t get round it

Oh rock my soul...

I hadn’t heard this song since 1969, when a hundred or so other St. Bonaventure students and I sang along with The Wooden Nickel performances on Saturday nights at the O.H. in Olean, New York. 

Back then, I didn’t know what the “it” was in

“can’t get over it…under it…or round it.”

And I still don’t know for sure.

But this morning I got a clue–at least about what “it” meant to me in the moment.

I was feeling a deep hurt.  

When the song started “playing,” it felt like wisdom, gently guiding.

“Don’t try to ignore, deny, or stifle the hurting,” it said.

“You can’t climb over it, sneak under it, or run around it.

And it’s best not to.”

Upon hearing the inner music, I got it.

It is what it is and I need to let it be… as another song goes, speaking words of wisdom.

Let it be. Let it be, sang the Beatles.

Yes. Let it be.

When hurt fills you, what do you do?

Perhaps these songs sound true for you too.

Instead of trying to escape or suppress pain,

we can breathe, let it be,

and let ourselves be cradled in compassion and rocked by Love Itself.

Wishing you all of life's gifts and wonders, today and every day.

And, may your soul be gently rocked.