Song 96

O sing a new song, boots on the ground or barefoot across the earth. Sing along day to day, night to night, where you have been, what you have done, in your room, on the road. Ignoring boundaries, marvelous people working wonderful machines. The heavens are high, the earth low. Cows fly, clouds flow. Strength and beauty rest in the industrial zone, the train tracks well worn. Around the trashcan warm your hands, drop what you have into the fire, and come into the camp, voices trembling with song. This is a safe zone, though not firmly established. Self-built. Let the busses be glad, and let the roads rejoice. Let the freeway roar, and all the traffic born upon it. Let the telephone poles sleep, let the power go out. Let the people speak, let them vote with hope, with faith in the game, with love for the song.

Variation of Psalm 100

Build joy full fool noise
sweet glands sing
gladness come singing Blake’s blacksmith
not we our own selfies we are people grazing
Go through open doors with thanksgiving
and into each home in song with guitars
tambourines and harmonicas clapping hands
ringing hullabaloo thanks to all Celebrate
descry each blessing for this
good mercy ever
lasting and this truth endures
to all to all to all