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