Poem “Reclaiming the Steeple” by Gray Newlin …
“Reclaiming the Steeple” (Gray Newlin):
Half way through her set she
Kneeled down on both knees,
Rested the guitar on her thigh and said,
“This one’s a prayer.”
That night I decided when I grow up I want to be a preacher,
But not my mother’s preacher:
A sweaty basement, speaking in tongues, speaking over each other,
Touching each other, touching god, sermon provider!
I want to bring religion back to theater,
Theaters blown into steeples
From the energy of its people.
Communion is canned, please recycle
Lend a hand, share your alcohol, stingey bastard.
Here we are equal,
Masters of our destiny.
Exchanging energy until we all reach zero,
Ready for tomorrow.
But that’s tomorrow.
These musicians are donating bone marrow
To your head drums.
Bass beats remind you of where you’re from:
We are still dancing in the dark,
Left our halos on park benches,
We get real. . .
It doesn’t matter what genre tickles your fancy,
All music is soul music,
So get dancing!
Shake like a sound wave,
Shake like it’s a sin and you don’t want Jesus dying for nothin’,
Don’t just talk to strangers, introduce your limbs.
Remember Alix Olson said, “Anybody. Anybody. Any, body. Any. Body.”
Can what? Bring you closer to god.
So remember this,
And take that Tuesday night off.
In a room full of people, too close to the keyboard,
Take a deep breath