Six years ago, I shared these screen shots with you
from the film poem The Color of Pomegranates (1968)
by acclaimed director Sergei Parajanov (1924-1990).
Somehow they expressed some of the pain in my heart
at a turbulent time and are so powerfully provocative
and beautiful, they are surely worth revisiting in this
season of such unrest in our country and universe
(with a few additional images).
They are intensely sensual photographs and
bid me to go deeper into the story inside the story…
I discovered the story inside the story actually
had breathing within it, a collection of stories and history.
Maybe you know this story or the film.
While I don’t know much about Parajanov’s
personal history, his The Color of Pomegranates
honors the Armenian priest, poet, and “king of songs”
Born in 1712, he served as an Armenian
Court Musician and Poet for the king of Georgia.
Such a romantic history…yes?
Hmm. Sort of.
Sayat Nova fell for the king’s sister
(Princess Anna) and was…let go.
So he spent the rest of his life
as a monk writing music and poetry.
Tragic yet sweetly romantic…yes?
Sayat Nova was executed in 1795
by the army of Agha Mohammed Khan
for refusing to renounce his Christian faith.
The deep mysteries hidden within this film
and these screen shots strike a nerve, don’t they?
In 2016, we are a planet still so
troubled with violence and confusion.
How many times must our hearts
be broken open over and over and over
’til they are sufficiently battered
so the light may get in?
Oh that we could put down the sword,
loosen the grip on belief systems and doctrine,
and open our hands to peace.
Oh that we could welcome all singers
to sing the unique song in their heart.
Love is stronger than death.
Sayat Nova’s poetry and artistry live on.
Here we are…centuries later in cyberspace
considering faith, peace, and love while
luxuriating in a line from his Love Song:
“Thou art a gold-embroidered tent
to shield me from the heat.”
I pray we will discover
how to become that tent,
that shelter for each other.
I am a praying girl who seeks to do it ceaselessly
whether through silence, dance, painting, composing
walking, or engaging with nature.
Could blogging become a medium for prayer?
Peace to you right where you are.