I had never heard the harp in person until I heard it played by Jo-Ann Cerdenia. Until then, I had only seen it in pictures, on video, through audio.
The harp, I had read, was an instrument played in heaven. There weren’t pianos there nor guitars nor even violins; there were only harps and lyres. And lyres were variants of harps, played by David to relieve himself of stress.
I never realized how heavenly the harp was until I heard it played by Jo-Ann, after she arrived from her five years of studying to play it in Germany. It sounded like a brook trilling over the finest pebbles in a meadow. It sounded like Psalm 21, King James Version:
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me;
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
It sounded like heaven. One could close one’s eyes and be transported by its melody to the right hand of God the Son, head on His shoulder.
Played against the window wall of Hillcrest Cafe on a rainy Saturday morning for an hour, the harp is more than perfect, especially with my favorite comfort food, Tuna Aglio Olio and Mountain Brew native coffee. Before and after is relaxing talk with friends I invite over for brunch.