I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord…
And then we came upon an Ancient Chiesa — a Church which was certainly not "Notre Dame" so I'm not sure whether it was a Cathedral (or Duomo?) or not, but it had huge pillars and a large Dome, so in my mind it's a "small Cathedral". From it I felt a compelling voice that drew me in so I decided to do so, mostly because this one did not have a lot of people around it so I thought maybe I could appreciate it — just for what it is, without all of the usual distractions.
It goes like this: the 45th, the 5th5th
… the minor fall, the major lift…
So there I was, totally alone in this place where I knew I would offend no one as I started to let the notes and then the words of the song come from that voice inside me, very quietly at first… — standing right in the center of that enormous space that was built for harmony. Louder I sang, with no inhibitions about not really knowing the words, and it grew until I felt like I was completely part of the vibration of that ancient spiritual space.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
|… The embattled King, composing Halleluja …|
Completely consumed and spent, I made it back to a sitting place still under the dome, and was literally overcome with tears and exhaustion. And I sat there for a long time… returning to the reality of the place and imagining how many people over the ages have had life-changing experiences in this Ancient place.
I know that I certainly have. It's a “Hallelujah !! ” that will be with me for the forseeable future.