Synchronocity

Sometimes the really weird happens... Things, places, events, even words seem to secretly collude to make a normal situation odd.

Let me show you then the lyrics to a song I wrote and tell you an odd story to go with them..

[UPDATE]
You can find a passable Mp3 recording of the song HERE  [My Google Drive]

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Sleep, Little Flowers

Sleep, Little Flowers
Sleep, until Spring
The Winter Winds are coming
Who knows what they will bring?
Tomorrow is Tomorrow
Today is Today
Yesterday is a mem'ry
Just fading away

Sleep, Little Flowers
Sleep, until Spring
The Winter Wind is with us now
Hear the cold winds sing?
Sorrow is Sorrowed
Lover is Belov'd
Let us light the candles
Remember we are loved

Sleep, Little Flowers
Sleep, until Spring
When the cold ice melts
The young song birds, they will sing
Four thousand years
Just like yesterday
Stop for a moment
Hear this wand'r pray

Wake, Little Flowers
The winter time is passed
Here are the joyous days
Come to us at last
The Melody is memories
The Singer is the Song
The Road to Jerusalem
Has been here all along

Yes, Wake, Little Flowers
The Spring is fin'ly here
A Rainbow is shining now o'r'
A sky brimmed with joyful tears
The image in the likeness
The doer in the Deed
The Truth of life is simple
Love is all you need.

Wake, little flowers
Hear this simple song
I, who, am unworthy
Have found where I belong
Yes let us light the candles
Break Bread and share the wine
I lift my heart rejoicing:
"Baruch Ata Adonai:
All I am is Thine!      

So what is odd?

I wrote this on the evening of the day I met with a Rabbi to discuss converting to Judaism. Two days later my wife brought home a Siddur [a prayerbook] which I did not open until two weeks later...

I was home alone having lit the Shabbat candles  on page 134, toward the bottom in a translation of a prayer from the Afternoon Shabbat service I read:

“Your strength is Always with us,
O God Your compassion does not Fail.
Winter winds are Your messengers,
summer dew a sign of your grace.”

My mouth dropped open at reading those words: “Winter winds are Your messengers.”

Why? Because I had “unknowingly” written something very similar in the lyrics to “Sleep Little Flowers”.

I was [and am still] amazed to find reference to a prayer I had never read before from a Shabbat service that I have never attended in the words which I wrote as lyrics.

It could be said "It's a coincidence."

Maybe.

Maybe not.