Anthem

With international sports events now becoming one of the biggest draw-cards for television content directors, we have had the opportunity to be exposed to many national anthems on a regular basis. An anthem is typically a musical piece written as a response to some cause or call. Derived from Greek and Saxon words, the anthem has a place in religious events as well.

Anthems are often emotional expressions if intent, devotion and promise and prayer. In many instances, anthems are seen as tools to engender and unite people around a common cause or country, after wars, or struggles for example. Anthems come from the souls and the hearts of people only when they truly believe in what is being sung.

I thus find it difficult to contend with the modern trend of mixing several languages in one anthem. Unless you understand the language that you are using, how can you feel the emotions stirring in you from the context that comes with language, how can you be truly absorbed in the emotions? I understand that these modern anthems are attempts at consolidation of nations and cultures, but they fail to my mind, because they are compromises. Such a compromise is at best a reminder of something that could have been. I am sure that there will be many comments about my position, and that will be great. However, my idea here is to get to another position, that of the anthem of our souls.

I this piece, my aim is to consider what I call the anthem of the soul. For this, we need to go back to the roots of the word. The dictionary on my MacBook says that an anthem is a rousing or uplifting song, sung antiphonally (from the Saxon antefn and Latin antiphona, and originally from Greek, which indicates an “opposite voice” - or in answer to something). In church, the antiphon was usually sung in response to a psalm, or other part of liturgy. Gregorian chant is an example of the original form.

These chants and songs are devised in a way that makes the words and/or the emotions clear. It responds to a call, a higher voice. In some of my previous pieces on this blog I spoke about how the lack of playfulness, rushing around and an absence of hope whittle us down to nothingness. Our souls are dumbed down by constant insistence by those around us to deliver something, to do things now or to be accountable for even more things. We are brought up to listen closely to the voices of parents and peers, teachers and politicians, and those that can muster the loudest call. We are swamped by the messages and calls on television, radio and the other forms of media, including the internet.

We become deaf to the higher calling in our lives. We stray from the path we are intended to take, our own voices start to fail us, and our language becomes garbled. Where is the energy and belief that fire the devotion to our true role on this planet? It is swamped by the noise and our response to our life’s calling turns into a whisper. In an attempt to compromise, our personal anthem becomes just a reflection of the demands of those shouting us down. We answer in their voices, slowly disappearing as a unique voice. Our souls blend into nothingness, our value diminishes to zero.

We have no anthem left, no rousing song to take us through the day, no way to show our good intent, or to rise to the occasion when we are called to do those things that lift us as humans above the other animals. How can we care for our planet, for the frogs being poisoned, for the birds being pushed out of their habitats, if we have no soul that responds with an uplifting burst of song?
We all need to go back and ferret in the corners of our souls for the song we need to sing to the world. Each one of us must retrain our voice to sing in our own language, with crystal clarity about our call, our intent and our promises to the universe around us. We must not hide behind circumstances or the past. Write a book, draw something, sing the song you always wanted others to hear, play the piano, walk the dog, teach someone something you have mastered, learn from a friend, wave goodbye to old enemies, respond with energy to a sunrise. In fact, do none of the above! I echo Popper, who urged his students to listen closely to what he had to say, if only to be able to dismiss it and to replace it with their own original ideas.

Just bring your anthem to the liturgy of life.

The image above is from my personal library and my not be used without written consent. It is a recent photograph at a wine farm called “Anthem” in New Zealand. This piece is dedicated to my best friend and her quest to sing her anthem as her soul wants and her Creator wishes.