Lord,
I saw a show tonight
The rhythms pounded everywhere
Vibrated in all corners,
On all objects,
In every fiber
Of the performers' bodies.
As they made music
With brooms and cans and kitchen sinks,
All that resounded in me
Was Isaiah:
"For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hand"*
Lord...
Won't that be something to see!
Isaiah 55:12
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