Brandenburger Tor

The Minstrel stood before the great Brandenburger Tor (Brandenburg Gate). In the breeze blowing past him, he could hear the words of a song…it was almost as if history itself was speaking...reminding...just to see if anyone was listening.

 

“There's a blaze of light

in every word...
It doesn't matter which you heard
the holy… or the broken… Hallelujah”

The Minstrel stared at the great Tor (gate). Built as a symbol of a proud people... a proud nation. It's archways a monumental entrance to Unter den Linden (under the Linden trees) Boulevard. One of the most celebrated roads in all of Germany.

The Minstrel remembered the last time his eyes had looked upon this gate. You could not approach it. You could not pass through it…not even to just stroll ‘under the Linden trees’.
A great wall constructed of concrete and detachment ran in front of it. A wall that divided families... a city... and a nation.
A wall that for a generation had seemed a permanent and insurmountable declaration of who they were and a defining division of how their future history would be written.

A wall that in the final days of the year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Nine had come down. Removed by the very force it was constructed to keep out…Hope.

“And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory March...
it’s a cold and it's a broken, Hallelujah”

Looking around him the Minstrel found that the Old Man, the Hound, the Girl from the Beach and her Hounds had joined him. Many, many others as well. People whose names he knew, but whose faces he was seeing for the very first time. And the Hounds, Hounds of all colors everywhere.
They had come to this place to March for the Great Hunting Hounds of Spain.
Not a symbolic March....A boots and paws on the ground...voices and fists in the air...shoulder to shoulder...heart to heart...'WE MARCH'... kind of March! (It's the heart that matters most)

"But remember when I Marched with you,
And the holy dove was moving too...
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah"

The Minstrel looked up to see the first five Hounds proudly Marching through the Tor (gate).
Marching past a wall of Indifference, Ignorance and Cruelty.
…Past a wall that no longer stood...
A wall that had been taken down piece by piece, by the notion that;
If you believe with all that you are…
Dream bigger and further than your eyes can see…
Fight for as long as it takes...
Navigate with Hope as the wind dancing in your sails...
With the light of the Possibility Star showing you the way…
Then miracles are not only possible...
Miracles happen…right before our very eyes.

The Minstrel listened hard to the song that history was playing, the symbolism of this location and profound image of Spanish Hunting Hounds Marching past a place in time where the walls of injustice once stood.

"Well your faith was strong but you needed proof...
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah..."

The Minstrel took his turn walking through the Tor (gate). He stopped for a moment and let his eyes fall on his companions. He listened again to the song of history playing on the wind.

“I did my best, it wasn't much...
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch...
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you...
and even if I sing it wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song,
with nothing on my tongue but... Hallelujah”

He took a deep breath… and called back to the song of history;
“Till It Shines”
On the breeze came an echo, a whisper, a roar, a note to a chord...a promise to the Hounds.
Till It Shines!