crying out.
I stand on my doorstep as the music mingles with motors,
while the ghost of scents flutter in my face.
Deep currents--faces looking too familiar--
I am so small for a world so big.
The world seems so small and manageable
Until you cleave to the familiar again.
Simplicity; least-common factors.
It's never enough to go to bed when it's late,
so I wait until it's too late.
Into the filtered-sun comfort of a Sukkah
reached an anthem, warped around stone--strains colored green, a fabric, a colored noise, many threads.
and they were sosweetsosweet and odd
and poignant
stirring that spark of pain and love for something unknown
--for the unknown singer? no--
but the song is longing for something and when I hear it, I long too.
There must be a king leading the rebellion--
Let the arrow fly at random and find Ahab.
Free the captives.
A child is born--who shall care for it?
And born again--who shall care for it?
Oh, farther along--farther along--
(Music speaks and cries all along the Jordan River, headlights shining on a homeless road)
Lord, come soon!
(Hear our wordless cries in harmony!)
raise up the dry bones--
the man living in another frequency needs Your love to reach him--how?
Maybe a child could send him a Christmas letter.
Ah, the peace of harmonies that build securely on a foundation of golden stone.
Found.
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