Spring 1995 • Vol. XVII No. 2 Poetry |

Goldsboro Narrative #24: Second Benediction

Knowing we still needed to dance, the man who kept company with men played the church organ sassy and let us sway ourselves near him even as we gathered still beside him, watching his thin fingers talk the way they dared when the sermon had been made and we lingered to pray for sound because the body waits for sound. We waited for the moment his fingers spoke in their tongues, listened for the urgent translation into this: We have returned to a blessed place; Our family is here with us, even the dead and not-born; We are journeying to the source of all wonder, We journey by dance. Amen.                   for Mr. Holman

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