Mt Tabor

Mount Tabor is the name of an adoration room in a Church which Id like to call my Parish.
It is a small room where people be it Catholic or Non Catholic go to spend some time where they can do self reflection on various things. Id like to call this place, a church within a church where I do most of my thinking and basically listen to whatever comes to mind, heart and soul. Sometimes I feel that God communicates with me in a bohemian language in this room and He gives me his order and direction on what to do next in life in the coming days ahead. Occasionally I meet people just after my meditation who then would ask for help because no one else would. I would listen to their stories and tribulations and usually would send these people off with whatever I could do for them at that moment.
Thereafter I would quitely reside in a melancholy corner to have my smoke gazing at Mary Star of the Sea as she fixes her eyes upon me in the cool drizzling night. Sometimes when no one is around, I would tap on the glass of the aquariums placed in this church to see if the fishes knew who I am. :o) I enjoy going to this church in the nights where there are not many people around because thats when I can actually notice things I normally don't in its full serenity and calmness.

Last week when I went to my Parish, the church was celebrating its 50th Anniversary in existence. There was a grand choir playing in full glitteratti, earthly VIPs of the highest national religious order had come in observance, the church canteen was bustling with activity and there was a sense of celebration all around. They gave me and my fiancé a book which spoke about the history of the Churchs patron Saint, architecture, its preceeding settlement and in the coming days I would read earnestly. All the important messages from important people, what the designs signified and so on. To me, my special place in this relatively grand old church was this small little room where I believe I could comprehend His word in my own special fashion. Or at least I would like to believe so. Sometimes I would sneak a glance while I'm in the room at other folks praying. I would say a few words to Him to intercede for them. Some would hold up their palms closing their eyes while tears rolled down. Young boys and girls would whipp out their books jottering away their thoughts and emotions. Older folks would sometimes recide the rosary which would sound to me like a soothing mantra although I could never really make out what they were whispering.

It was also in this room that I would hear a tune in my head and put it in guitar melody or what I imagined I heard in that room one drizzling night. The irony was that when I was recording this, birds outside my house sang along as though they seem to understand what it was about. And so I decided to name this tune after my adoration room.....Mt Tabor. It has been a while since I put anything on youtube and so I felt to start with this tune to be befitting to start kneeding and sowing my thoughts and experiences in life in a musical journey once again.

Marshall

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