Short Story: The Music Within Us All Sings Praises

Updated on April 10, 2018
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Tim Truzy is a poet, short-story author, and he is currently working on several novels.

Jubilee two-stepped on tulips and other flowers like these when she arrived on Earth.
Jubilee two-stepped on tulips and other flowers like these when she arrived on Earth. | Source


Music bridges cultures, bringing humanity together. Recently, I attended a Hindu holiday festival. Although I couldn’t understand the words within their music, I recognized that these were people worshipping. Although the names of their gods are different from the name Jesus Christ, my Lord, I knew they were engaged in acts of kindness and love toward His Creations. After all, my Lord walked among all types of people, and He loved them. I desire to imitate His example in my imperfect mortal state.

All of us have the language of music within us. Our souls sing out for Him. This story is written for the great poets and storytellers I met as well as for all of my friend/followers in the Hub Pages Community. Enjoy: Short Story: The Music Within Us All Sings Praises.”

Short Story: The Music within Us All Sings Praises

Jubilee placed her violin case on the first waves of sunlight and glided the first rays of dawn to the meadow where she was assigned to go in the dimension of mankind. She was pleased with her landing – right beside a bunch of flowers. She raised her head and hands and offered praised to the Eternal Almighty God. That is her favorite thing to do because Jubilee is an angel. Praising and obeying Him is and forever will be her very nature.

She picked up her violin and looked around. She thought the mountains looked so beautiful at dawn, the air so clean, the spring so full of life. It made her want to dance. She figured an Irish jig with a flavor of Appalachian two-step to be appropriate. She spotted a daisy she simply adored, and whispered, “Mind if I borrow your petals, friend!” The flower simply shook with approval.

Jubilee shrank, becoming as small as an insect, stepped on to the flower’s petals, and began her mini-concert. The trees swayed and the flowers did the waltz in place. Even nonpoisonous snakes and worms were charmed and wriggled in delight with the energetic happy tunes flowing from her violin. Jubilee thought how great it was that she could “fiddle” just like the people of the great mountains before her.

But Jubilee knew she wasn’t alone, and smiled, continuing her dance on the flower. An excited chorus of life joined the tiny angel in her celebration of joy. The smallest of insects harmonized with the little angel’s melodies of country taste and soulful joy. Birds flapped their wings and whistled a festive melody. Frogs in the distance provided a deep bass croak in time with the song until it was done. They clapped with wings, scales, pincers, and paws when she was finished.

Jubilee then motioned for the creatures of the meadow to be still, they obeyed. This is because every living being can recognize the presence of God in their very existence in some way.

They knew Jubilee; she knew them all. They could speak with Jubilee; she could communicate with them. This was the nature of things.

With deep reverence and calmness, she began a slow classical piece, thanking God for all of creation. The clouds seemed to brighten as she reached a gentle crescendo, stirred to life by the beautiful musical offering. The sun beamed with enthusiasm, acknowledging the Omnipotent Creator. The nearby stream kept time to the fluid movement of Jubilee’s bow across the strings of her instrument – all belong to Him and He loves all, even those who deny Him – the overwhelming theme of the powerful solo exclaimed.

This is a house like the one Rhonda lived in.
This is a house like the one Rhonda lived in. | Source

When Jubilee finished, she stepped down from the flower, growing a bit to the size of a baby mouse. A plump tuxedo cat walked up to her. “Excuse me, Angel Jubilee, but I wanted to thank you for that wonderful music. I love good songs. I relish great music. My name is Zack.” He stuck out a paw which Jubilee gleefully grasped. “Tell me: what brings you to Earth, dear angel?”

Jubilee smiled, releasing the cat’s paw, she said, “I’m assigned to make sure things go right for a little girl. Her name is Rhonda.” She pointed to a house, right outside of the meadow, “She lives there; I do believe.”

Zack meowed with excitement, “That’s my friend, Rhonda. She likes music, too. Her mother just left for work and . . . .”

Just then, the door to the house opened and a ten-year old girl with the kindest eyes and long black hair called out softly, “Zack, come get your breakfast. Come on, silly cat.”

Zack gestured to Jubilee to join him, and she hopped on his back, riding the little chubby cat like he was a horse. Zack wasted no time getting to the house, and he tore into his food bowl. He purred, “I like good food, too!”

This is a church like the one Rhonda went to visit when her mother was working.
This is a church like the one Rhonda went to visit when her mother was working. | Source

Zack finished his meal as Rhonda was heading out the door. He meowed quietly, “Come on, little Jubilee. Let me show you where Rhonda goes to make music.”

They followed Rhonda down a small dirt road. They hid behind bushes, ducked around trees, and scrambled through yards to keep up with Rhonda. She crept quietly in the back door of the church while Jubilee and Zack sat on a log to listen.

Jubilee heard the most glorious sounds emerge from an organ. It mesmerized her and Zack was perfectly still. The sounds reminded Jubilee of the music of the eternal, vibrating with the strings of time and all Creation held in His Majestic Hand. She looked up into a church window, and Rhonda appeared to glow. She thought the girl saw her, but realized that could not be because Jubilee was invisible to humans.

Jubilee whispered to her companion, “Zack, she has found the music of her soul. She is radiant in its presentation.” The angel couldn’t resist. Jubilee pulled out her violin and began to play with the young girl.

They played a duet unlike any on Earth. Jubilee took the lead portion of the song. Rhonda followed. The angel allowed the young girl to listen to her soft melody without being seen. Rhonda kept pace skillfully - every change of rhythm every chord progression every melodic note – eventually taking the lead in the song until the final notes ring out true. The duo then gracefully played Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah,” Newton’s “Amazing Grace,” and Civilla D. Martin’s “His Eye is on the Sparrow.” Jubilee said with great pleasure into Zack’s ear, “She is a genius, kitty!”

Rhonda stopped playing after several hours, and she crept out the back door of the church, sprinting toward home. She mumbled with a wide smile, “I never felt so inspired. It’s as if I had a partner, playing with me today. But that can’t be real. It was just my imagination.”

Zack trailed Rhonda, ducking behind trees, scrambling around bushes, and hiding in yards to not be seen by his friend. Jubilee held on to the cat with ecstasy, laughing at Zack’s clever maneuvers all the way to the little home where Rhonda lived.

Rhonda has the keys to making music.
Rhonda has the keys to making music. | Source

Arriving at home, Rhonda rushed into the front door. There stood her mother, home from work. “Mother!” she exclaimed.

“How did your practice go, Rhonda? Did you have a good time at the church?” her mother asked.

Something was wrong Rhonda realized. Her mother was not upset. She actually sounded pleased.

Out of the kitchen stepped a tall older lady who was grinning. Fixing her gaze on Rhonda, she said, “Well, finally, I meet the girl who has been playing my organ with such beauty and authority. I’m Mrs. Walkins, and I’m the church’s director of music. Where did you learn to play that way, Rhonda?”

“No one ever taught me.” Rhonda said nervously, “Am I in trouble?”

Mrs. Walkins chuckled, “Child, who do you think left the back door opened in the church?”

Her mother nodded, “You see, Mrs. Walkins, I told you Rhonda never took lessons. Apparently, she has a gift.”

“That’s why I’m here, Rhonda. You have perfect pitch and you are amazingly creative on the organ. I asked your mother could I train you if you wanted. You see, dear child, it’s always good to know how to read music.” Mrs. Walkins went on, “You have your mother’s talent.”

Rhonda looked at her mom. “You never told me you were a musician, Mom. I knew you taught music at school . . . “

“A life ago, Rhonda,” her mother laughed, “I traveled the world. I was a concert keyboardist. I didn’t want my daughter left alone. Dear Rhonda, you were and still are the music that flows from inside of me.”

“Yes, Rhonda.” Mrs. Walkins said, “Your mother was great. She decided she rather teach than travel. She stopped coming to our church because we knew who she was and she simply wanted to raise you quietly, away from attention. That’s why you attend the church on the other side of town.”

“Honey,” Rhonda’s mother said softly, “you found that church for a reason. You need the expert guidance of Mrs. Walkins. No pressure. If you don’t want to do this . . .”

Rhonda shouted with joy, “Mother, I really, want to learn!” The three of them laughed and shared cups of tea and cookies.

Outside listening to the conversation, Jubilee and Zack started to weep in relief and gratitude to Him.

A church like the one where Rhonda spoke about her future.
A church like the one where Rhonda spoke about her future. | Source

Jubilee said farewell to the animals and plants in the little meadow. Zack purred, “Please, come see me again, little angel. I’ll always be your friend.”
“The same goes for all of us!” said the other creatures in unison.
“I will.” Jubilee promised. “Now, I must say good-bye.”

Jubilee returned to her normal height. She forwarded time, finding herself in front of a large church.

Rhonda was facing a crowd of cheering happy people assembled at the building. It was thirty years later and Jubilee still felt the effervescent presence within Rhonda’s heart.

Rhonda spoke into a microphone, “I have won awards for the compositions I have written honoring my Lord and Savior. But two women I love were dedicated teachers, helping me find my musical talent and voice. Now, it is time to end my journey. I am home. I am starting a school to train young musicians because there is music within all of us. I want to be like those two women, my mother and Mrs. Amanda Walkins. I don’t believe in muses, but I do believe in angels. When I was ten, at the little church that once stood here, I played an old organ. Right outside the window, I believe there was an angel listening, even playing music with me. I thank her, too.”

Jubilee knelt and prayed to the Lord in deep love for His Holy Power.

Jubilee says good-bye to Earth temporarily.
Jubilee says good-bye to Earth temporarily. | Source

Jubilee knew her task was complete. She found a small meadow with colorful flowers and offered up this prayer:

“O My God! Thou art powerful beyond any being Thou hast created! Thou art the Author of all Things Seen and Unseen. Thou art worthy of Praise. All Praise belongs to Thee. Even if I was to sing Thou Praises for all eternities, my praise still is minute in comparison to the Glory Thou art.

Guide me, O Lord! He who ruleth everything. My Lord! I recognize Thou art mighty beyond any imaginable power. Thou art the Forgiver of all imperfections and faults! He who alone has shed His blood so mortals can be with Thee, remember me. Let Thy servant returneth to the Kingdom where all of the universes are ruled. Bring me to Thy Presence, leaving the Realm of Mankind. Let my essence sing the melodies which are worthy of Thee. Give me the passageway through all portals Thou hast created to arrive amongst those who dwell with Thee in the Kingdom. Forever and ever. Amen.

A brilliant beam of purity parted the sky, and Jubilee ascended back to Heaven.

Do you believe angels are sent to guide us from Heaven?

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    • Tim Truzy info4u profile imageAUTHOR

      Tim Truzy 

      6 months ago from U.S.A.

      Thank you, Nikki, my sister.

      Your comment means much to me.



    • nikkikhan10 profile image

      Nikki Khan 

      6 months ago from London

      What an awesome insightful story about music and love.I enjoyed reading it so much as you described the light of love beautifully.

      I’m so sorry to hear your loss, may God give you and your wife more strength to get over it.

      Bless you and your family!

    • Tim Truzy info4u profile imageAUTHOR

      Tim Truzy 

      6 months ago from U.S.A.

      Thank you, sean,

      My wife's brother cuts trees for a living. He fell 12 feet off a roof while removing a tree and was in the hospital receiving intensive surgery, including metal rods and a cadaver bone in his back. We thought he wouldn't make it after we heard that the tree that fell on him after he landed on the ground weighed nearly a thousand pounds.

      But we prayed and sent our love and visited two hours away daily, and he has recovered.

      He's a tough guy with a gentle heart, too. today, he went back to work. This is why I believe in angels who help us in times of crisis.

      Lori is happy now and I am also.

      Your prayers mean a lot, and be sure, even when I am not writing on Hub Pages, you are remembered in my prayers as well.

      There are good people on Hub Pages, and I have been fortunate to become associated with great ones on this site.

      Much respect,

      Much love,

      Your American Brother, (and we are both Citizens of Heaven)


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      Ioannis Arvanitis 

      6 months ago from Greece, Almyros

      I am sorry to hear about your tragedy, my dear brother! My love and my prayers are with you and your wife. I hope you find the strength to get over. I know that you don't need me to remind you that His Love is always with you even through tragedies. I am sure of the existence of Angels, and this belief we share is one more thing which tells me that we are spiritual brothers.

      I will ask my Angel to be near you for now.

      Your Greek brother,


    • Tim Truzy info4u profile imageAUTHOR

      Tim Truzy 

      6 months ago from U.S.A.

      Dearest brother, Sean,

      Thank you for giving the gift of your time to read this work. Over the last two weeks, my wife experienced a tragedy and we had another unfortunate event happen, but we remained faithful to Him and love. We always figured an angel dropped by during those troubles.

      Although some people may not accept the idea of angels among us, I think they are always there, providing a helping hand.

      Or if not angels, our loved ones who know we want to continue in the ways of love even in our struggles.

      That's why I'm fond of writing about Jubilee. She's a fun creation.

      Thank you for your kind words. Much like Manatita (and any other who read this work) your words are valued.

      You and Manatita have a special place up there with the angels, too.


      Much respect.


    • Tim Truzy info4u profile imageAUTHOR

      Tim Truzy 

      6 months ago from U.S.A.

      Thank you, brother. Jubilee is a creation of love; she reflects the musical and people loving part of my essence. When I play piano, especially when I'm covering hymns or songs dedicated to Him, I always suspect an angel might be joining me or I can feel the presence of pure love.

      Your words are treasured.

      Much love and respect,



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      Ioannis Arvanitis 

      6 months ago from Greece, Almyros

      This is pure Love glowing from a Golden Heart, your Golden Heart, my beloved Brother Tim. It is a glorious prayer. Thank you so much for giving me this divine gift of your noble Heart, the opportunity to read a story right from Heaven!

      Gratitude and Admiration!


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      6 months ago from london

      It began with beauty, innocence, newness, vibrancy and some refreshing images. You continued with sweetness and charm which reflects a very beautiful soul. What a charming and cute story. Filled with Light. Excellent Hub!


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