I came across this poem in the course of studying apologetics and fell in love with it. Although the name of the person who wrote the poem has been lost, I’m glad the poem itself has not. Enjoy!!
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Once upon a time there was a family of mice who had lived all their lives in a large piano. Every day in their piano world they heard the beautiful music of the instrument, filling all the dark spaces with pleasant sound and harmony. At first the mice were impressed by it. They drew comfort and wonder from the thought that there was Someone who made the music – invisible to them – yet close to them. They loved to think of the Great Player whom they could not see.
Then one day a daring young mouse named Charlie climbed up part of the piano and returned very thoughtful. He had discovered how the music was made. In fact, Charlie was a little disturbed by what he had discovered. Wires were the secret! Tightly stretched wires of graduated lengths which trembled and vibrated. He carefully and thoughtfully wrote a book about this discovery and called it “The Origin of Music.” At first, Charlie’s theory was met with resistance. But eventually, it became the predominate view of where the music was coming from. The mice had to revise all their old, outdated beliefs. None but the most conservative mice could any longer believe in the “Mysterious Unseen Player.”
The really cool mice designed “Charlie” stickers and wore them with pride to show to rest of the mice that they were not narrow-minded.
Later, other explorers carried the explanation further. Hammers were now the secret- numbers of hammers dancing and leaping on the wires. This was a more complicated theory, but it all went to show that they lived in a purely mechanical and mathematical world.
The Unseen Player came to be thought of as a myth.
All the while, the Pianist continued to play.
Silly mice.
~Author Unknown
Angela Grover
Author, It's Time To Fight
Founder of Sanctification Day By Day
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