I’m told I’ve got to strum a lyric myth of the afterlife to come So I don’t die of fright of death or waste the life I’m in. Right now my back’s against a rock so hard it almost cracks my spine – my back’s against a time-machine of life that’s tellin’ me, “no holdin’ back” and of-a-sudden Brother Orpheus rises up as Brother Van upon the screen and beats a syncopated riff so strong it hypnotizes brain and feet - Jump! Jump! Jump! Of that I’m sayin’ I’m not too keen when I’m not sure if I will land or just keep goin’ down – hey, I’m sayin’ where’s the promise I’ll rise up in Jesus’ lap in an elevator-up machine – show me where it says I’ll have a place in Elysian pastures green if I should choose to take the risk to Jump - what then, dear Brother Van, and as for landin’ in the lap of Jesus – tell me what that means. Brother Hopkins sings that Jesus plays in limbs and faces not his own – plays to the Father – Hey! it’s time to get to what is real - make a leap of language here! – Jump off the lyric script, the twelve-tone scale, the alphabet, dare to screech between the notes what’s not been heard or just left out or overlooked Bring in some cover here – Sister Julian’s lovin’ cover song of Jesus as our given Mother and God as like a Mother Hen that’s givin’ cover to her brood. Jump! because there’s everything to gain if you land in Sister Jesus’ lap or even Sister Mary’s – can’t you hear her whisperin’ in the ever-rushing wind that the better thing to do is Jump in trust and make it true though it’s the hardest thing you ever have to do. Practice-jumpin’ off the bottom steps of stairs, seats of hard-back kitchen chairs wavin’ kitchen tools – your pastry blender as a steel guitar you’re pluckin with your thumb – become a child who jumps for joy because she can, in trust she’ll land in Mother’s lap, Sister Miriam’s, Mama Maudie’s, Mary Magdalene’s – you got it! Take your pick and plink your vision/version in your Hard Rock Hybrid Band with your sisters and your brothers singin’- yeah – how hard it’s been – hard as a rock – and here’s a lyric play on words – hey, don’t you know that rock can be a metaphor, another name for God? Jump for life that you may live – Jump in trust of who you are – Jump for all the crucified – Jump that even if afraid – you’ll be risin’, risin’ - risen everywhere to God.
By Margie Dimoplon