Margaret Newmeli

Saviour of the World Margaret Newmeli

The Lord is the Song that I sing. On a certain night of April, I had a dream where I sang three songs, which were all heavenly. They seemed to be Easter songs. The last one was particularly striking. It was so beautiful I wanted to know the lyrics and though it was late, I knew the choir was still rehearsing at Cinecam and I couldn't help but go out at that hour of night to get the lyrics. So I left home and took the road of Quartier Malien, but passed through the other road behind. I ran, even like Naruto in one of the anime openings, until I left the quarter and found myself on the big road. I continued like that until Cinecam. The choir was practicing in the same building they used to do when I was part of it and the building, which was my primary school, was the same as it was ten years ago. I climbed the stairs and passed the classrooms and other groups were holding activities in the other rooms. When I finally got to the classroom where the choir was practicing, one of the choristers was singing the same song I came to get the lyrics. I stood at the entrance of the door, overwhelmed by the melody. I cried and sank onto the floor, tellement it was good. I had never heard such a beautiful song before. It was heaven itself as I listened. I was weighed down and when the girl finished singing, the choirmaster took me to another room and asked me to wait there until the end of the practice; for I told him I wanted the lyrics of that song. We stayed there and when I returned to the choir room, the practice was over and many choristers had left. I met with some who were still in the classroom. We talked and they asked me about the song I came to get the lyrics. When I tried to sing the song, I couldn't remember. Come on; I knew the song and I was singing it at home before I got there and the chorister also sang it, but now they couldn't help me because I couldn't remember the song. I was perplexed. I thought hard yet nothing came to mind. The song was gone. That was when I woke up from sleep and then I tried to sing the song without success. I hummed melodies and it still wasn't the song. In the dream I was certain I knew the song. I have received several songs in dreams over the years. Those songs were usually original, not like the ones I compose. They came to me complete and I heard the perfection thereof in the dream. It used to happen that I woke up after hearing the song and so I could hum it, and so I took the phone and recorded what I could remember of it. Before I had a phone, I would sing it endlessly in the night so I don't forget in the morning. The songs I didn't record or sing disappeared in the morning and I couldn't retrieve them. Yet the songs are never as perfect as I heard them in the dream. In the dream, it is complete; the melody is clear, unwavering. The lyrics are accurately articulated, and sung with angelic voices. But when I wake up, I can only hum the melody, I don't remember the lyrics, maybe a few words and many times, I sing wrong. I only gather bits and pieces of what I heard so they don't completely vanish. So I would put my own lyrics to the melody and sing the songs. They're still good for I enjoy singing them but they're not even close to the beauty I heard in the dream. There were three songs in this particular dream and they were like Easter songs. It used to happen that after Easter, like Easter Monday or Tuesday, I would receive a song in the dream or a revelation that I would write down. It didn't happen this Easter which was on April 1 yet something occurred in the night of the 20th. They were three songs and they were so beautiful and the last one surpassed the two by far. I once had a dream where my brothers and I saw a cartoon, which was the consummate of every cartoon I'd ever seen. It was total bliss. The setting was like a bright village; it was something between Naruto and Avatar. The script wasn't traditional and there was no fighting. And it was so good.