KRIS AND ME, SUNDAY MORNING GOING UP [SAT, 11-23-24-

BEYOND WINTER: The Irrelevant Lyrics of an Old Man--KRIS AND ME, SUNDAY MORNING GOING UP [SAT, 11-23-24-

 

He put on his cleanest dirty shirt

listened as Bobby sang the blues

with the past all dead and gone

with tomorrow out of sight

Asking nothing but our time

Sunday morning going up

 

I tied the strings on polished shoes

got in my old green Oldsmobile

raised autumn dust on graveled roads

to the steeple with the people

where I told the old, old story

Sunday morning going up

 

Like the Hebrews long ago

toiling up the temple mount

looking for a sign from heaven

with their sacrificial lambs

thinking it was just a little jaunt

Sunday morning going up

 

Jesus spoke the words of justice

Healed misery with mud

Heresy and hearsay were nail and tomb

Thinking they could hide him

with a stone that rolled forever

Sunday morning going up

 

Some day soon I’ll drive away

on a chariot of fire

a trail of memories and stardust

To the door marked not

for exit but for entrance

Sunday morning going up

 

John Robert McFarland