Song of Our Heart

This is a story written by N'Shama Sterling.  I loved this story I wanted to share it with you.

When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child.  They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose.  When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud.  They then return to the tribe and teach the song of the child to the village.
When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's song to him or her.  Later, when the child enters education, the village gathers and chants the child's song.  When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people would again come together and sing.  At the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song.  Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next life.
In this African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child.  If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them.  They sing their song to them.  The tribe recognized that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of your true identity.  When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

In the book of Sound Therapy it says, "The human being is therefore likened to a very complex, unique, and finely-tuned musical instrument.  Every atom, molecule, cell, tissue and organ of the body continually broadcasts the frequencies of physical, emotional, mental and spiritual life.  The human voice is an indicator of its body's health on all these levels of existence.  It establishes a relationship between the individual and the wondrous network of vibrations that is the cosmos."

This is in my favorite devotional book and I've always loved it! 
When their heartstrings were stretched upon some cross of pain and the winds of persecution blew through them, then from this human Eolian harp men heard the very music of God.  They did not bear pain, they used it.