“The 1st Time Ever I Saw Your Face” - This is the title of one of the most beautiful songs ever written and one of the most haunting renditions by Roberta Flack.
The 1st time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave to the dark
and the endless skies
Words that grab you by the intimacies of the soul and leave it in another place which takes on an augmented or more impassioned vehicle of personal existence.
How many “1st times” can we have in our lives which can claim to provoke such stirring emotions in the pits and shafts of our souls, that which awake us like we have never been awake before; that which can make us feel joy and love … until it hurts.
I believe there is a spark of heavenly fire in the hearts of everyone of us, which can be ignited by a certain happening of immense impact or recognition - like the 1st time we fall deeply in love … the 1st time we cuddle close our first born in our arms … the 1st time we behold the eyes of gratitude of a destitute person to whom we have stretched out a hand … the 1st time we discover our sense of faith during a moving song of patriotism … the 1st time we feel a revelation of a religious fervour … or perhaps … even the 1st time we lay our eyes on flesh-and-blood David Archuleta?
For me personally, when I saw David’s face the 1st time in reality, I felt that a glorious sun had come out from behind clouds which were grim and grey. I felt he exuded a physical bright light to me. (You can laugh all you want or wonder at my sanity, but it’s the truth)
I have held my “1st time moment” of David for some years but the fascination still persists. Attraction to a certain thing or an individual is a basic element in human existence, and it is filled with nuances and mysteries and is difficult to explain with reason or reasoning.
With David, his attraction to me at the 1st sight of him in reality, could have stemmed from a combination of things of impact (I’m not even talking about his voice today) - probably a flourish of compassion … a ray of Hallelujah … a sense of peace and virtue … the comfort of an affinity … altogether an inexplicable sense of upliftment and the “beyond”.
Or perhaps even a recognition of a spiritual connection that has to do with my personal penchant for certain qualities, some of which already exist in myself. Or at least, see it another way, qualities which I seek and have striven for myself.
What you seek is seeking You
- Rumi -
(13th Century Persian poet and theologian)
That physical “1st time moment” has expanded to being mental and emotional lingerings. An artiste who does not consciously manipulate his territory, or even believe his own profundity, appeals to me. An artiste who brushes off the reality of his magic, renders him genuine and authentic to me.
That nuance of acquiring refinement and true character constantly intrigues me in my own pursuit of discovering and seeking an improvement in myself.
What about you guys? What kind of awakenings have you had that rock you even to this day – the 1st time you discovered … anything.