The Singer Trilogy
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THE SINGER TRILOGY
The Mythic Retelling of the Story of the New Testament
Calvin Miller
THE SINGER, THE SONG, THE FINALE
IN ONE VOLUME
Cover and interior illustrations
by Joe DeVelasco
www.IVPress.com/books
Contents
THE SINGER
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THE SONG
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THE FINALE
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About the Author
About the Singer Trilogy
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THE SINGER
I
For most who live, hell is never knowing who they are.
The Singer knew and knowing was his torment.
When he awoke, the song was there.
Its melody beckoned and begged him to sing it.
It hung upon the wind and settled in the meadows where he walked.
He knew its lovely words and could have sung it all, but feared to sing a song whose harmony was far too perfect for human ear to understand.
And still at midnight it stirred him to awareness, and with its haunting melody it drew him with a curious mystery to stand before an open window.
In rhapsody it played among the stars.
It rippled through Andromeda and deepened Vega’s hues.
It swirled in heavy strains from galaxy to galaxy and gave him back his very fingerprint.
“Sing the Song!” the heavens seemed to cry. “We never could have been without the melody that you alone can sing.”
But he drew back, sighing that the song they so desired was higher than the earth.
And always in his agony of longing and reluctance, the atmosphere around him argued back.
“You, too, are higher than the earth! You sang the higher music once, before the oceans ever crashed their craggy coasts.”
He braced himself upon a precipice above the canyon floor, and with the wind full on his face, he cried into the sky:
“Earthmaker, tell me if I have the right to sing …”
But then his final word trailed off into gales.
The gull screamed.
“No,” he thought, “only Earthmaker is everlasting. His alone must be the theme from which sprung the world I stand upon.”
And so he only loved but never sang the song.
Full well he knew that few would ever see him as a singer of so grand a piece.
He knew that they would say to him:
“You are no singer! And even if you are you should sing the songs we know.”
And well he knew the penalty of law. A dreamer could be ostracized in hate for singing songs the world had never heard.