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Music in a storm..!

THERE are many who have lost their wealth, life savings or hard earned money starting a business or in some lost venture, who stare blankly in despair and wonder whether it’s worth living, as life spins out of control and takes dreams and hopes down, down with it.
There’s a legend of a German baron who at his castle on the Rhine, stretched wires from tower to tower, so that the winds would convert them into an Aeolian harp. Soft breeze played about the castle but no music came out.
One night there arose a mighty tempest. The hills and castle were assaulted by the fury of mighty winds and late in the night the baron went to the threshold to look out upon the terror of the storm. Standing there, above the sounds of the storm he heard the harp filling the air with soft music.
The tempest was needed to bring out the music. And so it is with us dear friends: Tempestuous times may find us buffeted by the strong storms of life. If we are out at sea and not in harbour, we may find it difficult to draw into a sheltered place safe from storm.
Life tosses us around and we find it difficult to navigate rough waters even if we are guided by a compass. But, and here I want each one of you who have been buffeted lately to listen: It is in this very process of groping around and fighting the tempest that we find we have inner strength and derive a strong sense of purpose.
Our own Aeolian harps get tuned to play music that makes the world richer for its sounds. Ancient mariners found out that it was not age alone that improved the quality of the fibre of wood in a ship, but the straining and wrenching of the vessels by the wind and the waves, the chemical action of the bilge water and the weight of many kinds of cargo she carried.
It’s the same with human lives stressed and tested in times of conflict and strife! A friend of mine, started a courier company a few years ago, “Do you think I’ll be a good businessman Bob?” he asked me.
“Only when you face tough times,” I told him, “will you know!” And as I see him tough and resolute everyday even as his company goes us and down, I look at him and hear sweet music, the strains of the Aeolian harp above the terrors of the tempest, how lovely the sound! So, be strong my friends, hold onto the vision of distant harbour lights and row with the tempest howling: Then and only then will you hear sweet melody..!