something we used to do at berkeley rep…
It’s los angeles again
Just south of the 10
Messiah Baptist morning
Hope and Grief
Pain and Belief
Were the bridges of spirit forming.
The church hugged him and held him
And welcomed him home so tenderly
That walking took no effort
For he was floatin’ on their energy
Then the organ whispered
“Son, put your burden on my shelf
I am the trembling voice
That gives you no choice
But to listen to yourself.”
Then the whole congregation
Got to listening and waiting
For it’s pilgrim son to sing.
But his morning song was a eulogy
So there’d be no melody.