So glad the show is on the road! JUBILEE!!!!!

[cinderee]

NOTE* WAITING INPATIENTLY ON THE BANKS OF THE MIGHTY BLACK WARRIOR,
IN TUSCALOOSA FOR THE MIRACLE TO COME. I CAN NO LONGER HOLD MY BREATH SO I AM COMING UP FOR AIR. HALLELUJAH, GLORY BE, TRAVELING SHOW COMING MAY DAY, JUBILEE!!!
JUST A SMALL PIECE OF A HUGE PUZZLE. IT AINT EASY IN THE HEART OF DIXIE.[/i


] A WORKING WEDDING SONG

WHERE THE STRANGER WALKS, THERE BENEATH THE TREES
SAT A YOUNG GIRL SMILING TALKING TO THE BEES.
THE FOREST IN ITS DARKNESS LOOKS ON WITH WATCHFUL EYES
AND WHISPERING VERY SOFTLY BIDS THE GIRL TO RISE.
THE MAID LOOKS ROUND ABOUT HER AND SHOOS THE BEES AWAY,
“NO TIME TO SIT AND TALK TO BEES, THERES WORK TO DO TODAY.”
SHE SETS OFF DOWN THE ARBORED WAY AND SINGS A SIMPLE TUNE
OF LIFE AND LOVE AND FRIENDS AND BLOOD AND HOWLING AT THE MOON.
HER THOUGHTS ARE HIDDEN IN THE WORDS OF A SAD OLD WEDDING SONG,
BUT THEN THE DAY IS HIDDEN TOO, AND THE JOURNEY IS VERY LONG.
SHE WISHES FOR A FRIEND TO MEET HER ALONG THE WAY.
TO SHARE THE WORKING MUSIC AND BLESS THE WORKING DAY.
TO HEED THE VOICE THAT’S CALLING AND COME WITH HER TO PRAY,
FOR THIS YOU KNOW, IS ALWAYS DONE TO START A WORKING DAY.
IF THE PEOPLE GATHERED AROUND HER UNDER THE BENEATH THE MOON
AND IN A THOUSAND WEARY VOICES BROUGHT FORTH THE WEDDING TUNE
WOULD NOT THE WAY BE OPENED FOR THE NEW BRIDE AND HER GROOM?
INSTEAD THEY STAND AND RAISE THEIR HANDS AND CALL THE GIRL A LOON.
BUT STILL SHE GOES ABOUT THE WOODS AND TO THE TREES SHE PLEADS
AND TO THE HERBS AND FLOWERS THERE THAT SOME MEN KNOW AS WEEDS
SHE HUMS THE SONG OF MEMORY AND BIDS THEM NOT TO FLEE
“ OH LITTLE FRIENDS” SHE BEGS OF THEM “WILL YOU NOT DANCE WITH ME?
HUSH WE MUST HURRY FOR THE TIME IS GETTING LATE
AND THE BRIDE WILL BE BEWILDERED IF SHES KEPT WAITING AT THE GATE.
WE MUST HASTEN TO THE CLEARING WHERE THE GAURDIAN OAK DOTH STAND
AND THERE TO PLAY A WORTHY NOT TO INVOKE OUR OLD FRIEND PAN.
SO HE WILL COME AMONG US AND BLESS US WITH HIS TUNE.
FOR AS I SPEAK THE MOON IS FULL AND I AM SURE THE WEDDING IS SOON.”
HER FRIENDS OF MANY COLORS BATHING IN THE DEW
BID HER TELL THEM WHAT IT WAS SHE WISHED FOR THEM TO DO.
AND SHE COULD ONLY ANSWER IN THE WORDS THAT THEY ALL KNEW,
WORDS CAUGHT UP IN THE SILENT BREEZE AS THROUGH THE WOODS IT BLEW.
“BRING FORTH A LOVELY GARDEN IN THE MIDST OF THIS FAIR LAND.
FOR ONLY THEN CAN OUR PATIENT GROOM COME FORTH AND TAKE HIS LADIES HAND.
AND WHEN IN THE DAYS OF AUTUMN THE SEEDS TO THE EARTH DO FALL
THEN WE CAN GO THROUGHOUT THE LAND AND GIVE THE NEWS TO ALL.
THAT THE GARDEN WITH ALL HER SECRETS TO MAN SHALL SOON BE KNOWN
AND THE BRIDE IN ALL HER SPLENDOR TO THE BRIDEGROOM WILL BE SHOWN.
AND WHEN HE BEHOLDS HER ALL THE ANGELS HE’LL CALL DOWN TO SHARE THIS PERFECT BEAUTY OF HIS BRIDE FROM BENEATH THE GROUND.
AND WHEN THE TWO ARE WED AND HEAVEN AND EARTH ARE ONE
THEN NO MAN SHALL WORSHIP EITHER THE EARTH OR THE SON
BUT ONLY SEE THAT SPACE THAT SEPERATES THINGS THAT SEEM APART
AND KNOW IT BINDS THEM CLOSER BY A THREAD THAT’S RUNNING THROUGH THE HEART."

CINDEREE
1981

[lizzytysh]

Hi Cinderee ~

Welcome to the Forum . I would like to read your poem and, in that, have a favour to ask. Trying to read something in all caps is visual overload for me. I need more white space for my eyes to take in the words individually. As it is now, each sentence is like one long word that just runs together without a break. My eyes don't do well at deciphering it all. Would you mind doing the upper and lower case, as it would normally be? [Some would say it's as if you're yelling when you write all in caps; for me, it's a visual thing that's overwhelming.]

Thanks.


~ Lizzy