Prej kaq her\u00ebsh, n\u00eb baticat e agimta t\u00eb shpirtit, njoha nj\u00eb Harp\u00eb t\u00eb lasht\u00eb, t\u00eb bruzt\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrhynte me harmonin\u00eb e saj blatuese dhe m\u00eb ette duke m\u00eb shfaqur para syve nj\u00eb Aureol\u00eb t\u00eb Hyjshme. “Ashtu si dreri, q\u00eb ka etje p\u00ebr uj\u00eb t\u00eb fresk\u00ebt, ashtu dhe mua m\u00eb merr malli p\u00ebr Ty, o Per\u00ebndia q\u00eb vepron!” (Psalm 42, 2)<\/p>\n
E etur, vazhdoj t\u00eb trokas n\u00eb rrezet e harp\u00ebs – diell, duke reg\u00ebtitur si nj\u00eb lot n\u00eb qerpikun e koh\u00ebs. E kur nj\u00eb bul\u00ebz e brilant\u00eb, rr\u00ebshqet drejt meje, ndiej blerim. \u00c7do tingull, \u00e7do fjal\u00eb, duke u rilindur koh\u00eb pas kohe, m\u00eb dhuron reflekse p\u00ebrshk\u00ebndit\u00ebse. N\u00eb mahnitjen time shnd\u00ebrruese, derdhet i pambarimt\u00eb, si nj\u00eb ujuar\u00eb, adhurimi p\u00ebr T\u00eb. A mund t\u00eb akullnohem, t\u00eb hesht si zymt\u00ebsia, t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtillem prej kot\u00ebsis\u00eb, kur n\u00eb sy pasqyrohet p\u00ebrflakja e \u00e7do casti, q\u00eb mbart mish; kur drejt syve rend Mrekullia, q\u00eb lind n\u00eb \u00e7do bisk jet\u00ebde. A mundem kur edhe… “Qielli shpall: Per\u00ebndia \u00ebsht\u00eb i madh! Nj\u00ebra dit\u00eb ia p\u00ebrcjell k\u00ebt\u00eb tjetr\u00ebs… ia transmeton tjetr\u00ebs, q\u00eb vjen pas. Asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb nuk flitet, asnj\u00eb tingull nuk d\u00ebgjohet, e megjithat\u00eb mesazhi i tyre p\u00ebrshkon mbar\u00eb tok\u00ebn…” (Psalm 19)<\/p>\n
Kthej rrezet prej drur\u00ebsies s\u00eb nj\u00ebrit tel dhe rinis n\u00eb frym\u00eblinj\u00ebn e tjetrit, duke admiruar denj\u00ebsisht Mrekullimet. P\u00ebrballem me nj\u00eb tmull\u00ebsi, q\u00eb pak eh\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar me mbrujtjen e shnd\u00ebrrimit t\u00eb shpirtit. Mrekullohem, kur kjo Harp\u00eb kthehet n\u00eb ngaz\u00ebllim, n\u00eb hap\u00ebsira vot\u00ebsh, n\u00eb bregpritjeje, n\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb shkumbuar, n\u00eb rrahje t\u00eb ankthshme, n\u00eb frym\u00ebmarrje t\u00eb qiellt\u00eb, n\u00eb gjethe t\u00eb praruar, n\u00eb lirisht\u00eb qet\u00ebsie, v\u00ebgju p\u00ebr-thyer peshe, n\u00eb psheretima t\u00eb brishte, n\u00eb brohoritje g\u00ebzimi. Apostrofat e saj jan\u00eb t\u00eb gjalla, nuk kan\u00eb mbledhur n\u00eb ajrin e tyre grimca t\u00eb pluhurta; apostrofat t\u00eb ujitura prej lot\u00ebve, q\u00eb \u00e7urgojn\u00eb n\u00eb shekuj. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, nj\u00eb pik\u00ebz uji, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebritja ime. Gjithnj\u00eb burues, shiu, zemraue t\u00eb kthjellt\u00eb. Gjith\u00e7ka rrjedh e ngjitet drejt Tij p\u00ebr t’u qet\u00ebsuar, “si f\u00ebmija i lumtur n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e n\u00ebn\u00ebs!” Por p\u00ebshp\u00ebritja ime, nj\u00eb pik\u00ebz uji \u00ebsht\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Cop\u00ebza Krijimi vegojn\u00eb e pas disa ting\u00ebllimash, jeta, fillon t\u00eb k\u00ebndoj\u00eb. Gjith\u00ebrendje. Harpa dallg\u00ebzohet dhe shkruan hijsh\u00ebm n\u00eb akorde thelbin e kulluar. “O Per\u00ebndi i madh e i lart\u00eb, q\u00eb Ti vet\u00ebm ke pavdek\u00ebsi, q\u00eb banon n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e paafruar, q\u00eb b\u00ebre t\u00ebr\u00eb krijes\u00ebn me urt\u00ebsi!” E kur madh\u00ebshtor ngrihet lavd\u00ebrimi drejt Tij, Harpa s’hesht, por rinis buisjen e hap\u00ebsirshme. “Faleminderit Per\u00ebndis\u00eb s\u00eb Qiellit, Aliluia! Se p\u00ebrd\u00ebllimi i Atij \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn. Aliluia!” (Psalm 135). Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb aorta. Prej saj, n\u00eb trupin e jet\u00ebs g\u00eblon ngroht\u00ebsia. Dhe Harpa, s’hesht…<\/p>\n
Por \u00e7’do t\u00eb doja ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj Harpe thurr\u00ebse, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn Davidi “zgjonte diellin”; \u00e7’do t\u00eb doja p\u00ebr t\u00eb prekur me filizin e mendimit, Bardh\u00ebsin\u00eb e Paqt\u00eb t\u00eb Mbiqiejve; \u00e7’do t\u00eb doja, ve\u00e7 k\u00ebtij thesari, p\u00ebr t\u00eb lavd\u00ebruar e falenderuar Per\u00ebndin\u00eb, “Drit\u00ebn, q\u00eb m\u00eb ndri\u00e7on rrug\u00ebn”, At\u00eb, q\u00eb vadit prej mir\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb pafundme treguar fij\u00ebz\u00ebn e that\u00eb t\u00eb baritd. \u00c7’do t\u00eb dojai \u00c7’do t\u00eb donim. Ndoshta nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb gjall\u00eb, nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr ndri\u00e7uese, q\u00eb gjumi i \u00e7do\u00e7astsh\u00ebm t\u00eb mos e fshij\u00eb z\u00ebrin e \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb saj, q\u00eb heshtja t\u00eb mos trokas\u00eb n\u00eb vullkanin e shpirtit, p\u00ebr ta kthyer m\u00eb pas n\u00eb nj\u00eb krater t\u00eb ujt\u00eb, t\u00eb fjetur. Ndoshta, duhet t\u00eb fitojm\u00eb nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr, q\u00eb Harpa t\u00eb mos rrudhet, as, p\u00ebr sa bie nj\u00eb av\u00ebtim\u00eb. Kur edhe natyra, shpall me \u00e7do rrahje t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb saj Mrekullin\u00eb, e kund\u00ebrta p\u00ebr njerin\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb mosekzistenc\u00eb. “I ka hije dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb e drejt\u00eb ta p\u00ebrhimnojm\u00eb e ta falenderojm\u00eb” Atin ton\u00eb “m\u00eb shpesh sesa marrim frym\u00eb!”.<\/p>\n
At\u00ebher\u00eb zemra, si nj\u00eb p\u00ebllumb, do t\u00eb banoj\u00eb pran\u00eb Tij, at\u00ebher\u00eb do t\u00eb send\u00ebzohet Harpa e lasht\u00eb e do t\u00eb buroj\u00eb \u00e7do zem\u00ebr kthjellt\u00ebsi, at\u00ebher\u00eb do t\u00eb rikrijojm\u00eb gjurm\u00eb e prej nesh do t\u00eb ujiten hijsh\u00ebm apostrofat, at\u00ebher\u00eb David\u00ebt, nuk do t\u00eb jen\u00eb t\u00eb vet\u00ebm n\u00eb rendjen e tyre t\u00eb nj\u00ebkoht\u00eb me natyr\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
Kthej kok\u00ebn dhe shoh profilin e saj t\u00eb shndritsh\u00ebm. Rrezet e diellit kan\u00eb dep\u00ebrtuar mes telave, si t\u00eb duan t\u00eb val\u00ebzojn\u00eb ajrin. Nj\u00eb siluete e ravij\u00ebzohet. Tingull. Hapa drejt k\u00ebrkimit. …Dhe Harpa, s’heshtl<\/p>\n
Efrosina Noti<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ese poetik-shpirt\u00ebrore nga Efrosina Noti, q\u00eb p\u00ebrdor harp\u00ebn si simbol t\u00eb lutjes dhe lavd\u00ebrimit t\u00eb Per\u00ebndis\u00eb, duke u mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb citate nga Psalmet 42, 19 dhe 135, dhe nga harpa e Davidit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"nentitulli":"","numri":"2 (42)","viti":"1996","muaji":"Shkurt","muaji_numer":"2","dita":"","faqet":"[12]","fjale_kyce":"[\"harp\u00eb\", \"Davidi\", \"Psalm\", \"shpirti\", \"Per\u00ebndi\", \"lavd\u00ebrim\", \"Aliluia\", \"lirik\u00eb religjioze\"]","permbledhje":"Ese poetik-shpirt\u00ebrore nga Efrosina Noti, q\u00eb p\u00ebrdor harp\u00ebn si simbol t\u00eb lutjes dhe lavd\u00ebrimit t\u00eb Per\u00ebndis\u00eb, duke u mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb citate nga Psalmet 42, 19 dhe 135, dhe nga harpa e Davidit.","autori":"Efrosina Noti","kategoria":"Ese \/ Reflektim poetik","kryeredaktor":""},"ngjallja_kategoria":[9981],"ngjallja_autori":[9257],"ngjallja_viti":[9923],"ngjallja_kryeredaktor":[],"class_list":["post-83624","ngjallja_article","type-ngjallja_article","status-publish","hentry","ngjallja_kategoria-ese-reflektim-poetik","ngjallja_autori-efrosina-noti","ngjallja_viti-9923"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n