I’m still breathing
(deep breaths, whenever possible)
(more thoughts than I can put into words)
Until I read a book
(The Cross and the Lynching Tree)
That arrests the flow of breath and thoughts
(my heart asserting it’s proper place)
Leaving only this thought in these words:
Lord, have mercy on me and my kind.dw
I recently finished reading the complete short stories of Flannery O’Connor. Her stories have always been a mystery to me, but I love her writing. Today I’m sharing an extended quote from one of my favorites, Revelation.
I’m also sharing some music I posted some time ago on my other site, dwpianomusic.com. The piece is called The Strongest Prayer I Know. The third “movement” of that piece is, in my mind, firmly tied to and inspired by this passage from O’Connor. It is the victory recessional, a cortege for all whose shortcomings and sufferings in this life are finally burned away as they climb through the “field of living fire…upward into the starry field…shouting hallelujah.” In my imagination, included (maybe at the very front) are the “little ones” I refer to in that post.