Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
The Singer by Calvin Miller
It is strange how
oftentimes the air
speaks.
We are sane as long
as we hear voices
when there are none.
We are insane when
we hear nothing and
worse we are deaf.
Chapter II (front cover) of THE SINGER
Oftentimes Love is
so poorly packaged
that when we have
sold everything to
buy it, we cry in
finding all our
substance gone and
nothing in the tinsel
and the ribbon.
Hate dresses well
to please a buyer
Chapter XI (front cover) of THE SINGER
"Are you betrothed?" she asked.
"No, only loved," he answered.
"And do you pay for love?"
"No, but I owe it everything."
an excerpt from Chapter XI of THE SINGER
The Singer felt a burst of pity.
"We sometimes give ourselves
to hate in masquerade and only
think it love. And all our lives
we sing the song we thought
was right. The Canyon of the Damned
is filled with singers who
thought they knew a love song...
Listen while I sing for you
a song of love."
an excerpt from Chapter XI of THE SINGER
To God obscenity is not uncovered
flesh. It is exposed intention.
Nakedness is just a state of heart.
Was Adam any more unclothed when
he discovered shame? Yes.
Chapter XIV (front cover) of THE SINGER
Humanity is fickle.
They may dress for a
morning coronation and
never feel the need to
change clothes to
attend an execution in
the afternoon.
So Triumphal Sundays
and Good Fridays
always fit comfortably
into the same April
week.
Chapter XV (front cover) of THE SINGER
Instituitions have a poor safety
record. The guillotines of
orthodoxy keep a clean blade that
is always honed for heresy. And
somewhere near the place where
witches die an unseen sighn is
posted whose invisible letters
clearly read:
WE ARE PROUD TO REPORT
0 WORKING DAYS LOST TO
INJURY OR ACCIDENT.
- THE MANAGEMENT
Let us pray.
Chapter XIX (front cover) of THE SINGER
"What would you like to be when
you grow up, little girl?"
"Alive."
Chapter XXIII (front cover) of THE SINGER
~4:55 pm