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PAIGE 25 - HOW GREAT THOU ART

To be honest I was back in a bit of a doldrum, or the blues today. I mean I didn't even want a marimba. I talked to Des about it, said what should I do. He said call your bank, make sure you're not being on the end of credit card fraud. So I called my bank, they said no, there was no unusual transactions. Definitely not for a marimba. Anyhow, the day passed much as last week did, it was long. Not that I was thinking about the marimba that much, just in the morning. The runners seemed to have slowed down somewhat, although now there were some cyclists. I went home, and there was no knock at the door. I said huh well I'll ask Mom and Dad. They also had no idea.

I sat on the box after dinner looking out the window, everything seemed so terribly quiet. Like I wouldn't have even minded if Mary started playing La Cucuracha. So I put on some tapes, but they all seemed so boring, and I couldn't concentrate. So I said I'll go to bed early, but I wasn't tired. The sun started to go down then, and I thought about what tomorrow would be. And the stocking I had done that day. Sodas and chips and sodas. I mean I was glad I could help and all, but it was just like that day I told you about last week where it was raining cats and dogs.

I think I sat there probably an hour more feeling utterly useless, thinking how pointless this all seems. I tried to pray but couldn't concentrate, so started fiddling with the straps on the box beneath me. Then I kind of undid one, and so I said to myself, alright let's just unbox this stupid marimba. What is it, like a xylophone made of wood? So I unboxed the wooden xylophone, and set it up. It was already mostly set up, mainly it was just putting the wood blocks on top of the frame that you hit to make a tune. There were these two long wooden sticks with fuzzy end bits, like clover flowers. These were the drumsticks. I thought to myself, how stupid this all is, what's the point? And I just felt so completely down. So I started hitting the marimba randomly, playing some notes here and others there. It was actually quite a nice sound. Then before I kind of realized it I had remembered a tune of some sorts, and tried to play it on the thing. Then I asked myself, what is this tune? And I hummed it to myself, then played it. I found the notes pretty alright.

I looked out the window, and the sky was absolutely black. There was no rain, but all the clouds had gathered, and I felt exactly like that sky. Then I said to myself, oh I know what that tune is, and began playing.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
consider all the worlds thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my savior God, to thee.
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my savior God, to thee.
How great thou art, how great thou art.

- Livi