Somewhere between the vodka and the cranberry, I saw God’s grace.
Somewhere between the nod hello, and the how are you, I saw God’s grace.
Somewhere between the guitars dancing with silence, I saw God’s grace.
Somewhere between the constellation of an audience and the stage I saw God’s grace.
B is for between. Between the parking and the bowling, I saw the makeuped faces of American Idol, in a crowd of enthusiasm and lust, I just wanted through. Between the bowling and the knitting factory, I walked in moment of solitude. Hollywood blvd is a strange place to be between places. I saw a little black girl, no more than 4 selling Kit Kats and King sized Reese’s Pieces; there is not much between LA and Tijuana where the street kids sells chicle, except the size of their candy. I browsed the tourist markets of postcards and t-shirts without interest, nor boredom. I sat on a stair for a moment to rest my feet and wondered if I looked like a runaway. I pulled out my cell phone when someone passed so they would not know I was just looking at the way the sun came down even to Hollywood blvd, and danced with the not so distant mountain tops. And I saw God’s grace in that.
The music came into my body and touched places that had long been untouched: The inner ear; the space between internal organs, between the lungs and heart, between the stomach and liver—they vibrated with the loudspeakers. And I allowed myself to move, to be moved, by the words I could not understand, by the earnestness with which the musicians played. By the drummer who beat out the backbone of the song with one hand, shook the egg shaped percussion with the other hand and sang the back up into the lip-level mike.
Somewhere between the darkness and the loudness, between the ear plugs and the listening, between the soap bubbles and the beer bottles, between the drive home and the opening of the door, between the Wednesday night and the Thursday morning, between the see-you-later and the walk away, between the old faces I never thought I’d see again and the new faces I probably will never see again, some where between the pieces and the whole picture, I saw the grace of God
3 comments:
You say "between." i asked the boys what "B" stood for. Burton said "brontosaurus." Zach said "butt." But the button says "Bottecelli's."
i dunno. i like between. it invokes so many questions, so much mystery. of what is and is not and what is somewhere inbetween.
"Somewhere between the vodka and cranberry juice, I saw yoga mats and 'lil Bow Wow."
I just like to make fun of you sometimes. :p
haha Rackl you make me laugh!
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