I hereby declare today Murky Wednesday, and not just because our spring-impaired weather here is cloudy and cold, with occasional sideways-blowing Oobleck. Tonight begins the slog through Holy Week, which feels to me like Christianity’s spin on the old Saturday Night Live line “Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead!” By the time all the readings are done between the beginning of Palm Sunday and the end of Easter, Jesus has been crucified (by “THE JEWS”!!!) approximately 812 times. At least that’s how it feels to me.
It’s a wonder–maybe even a miracle!–that I’m not an atheist by now. But that’s probably, in part, because I’m married to a Bible scholar who dissembles the anti-Semitism of the Christian Gospels at every opportunity (and there are many). It’s also probably because I have never thought I had to believe any particular party platform in order to belong to a church community.
In keeping with Murky Wednesday, today’s psong is a sort of meditation on darkness and shadows. The unfortunate double negative “I can’t see nothing” makes me hear my 9th grade English teacher’s snorting retort, “Soooo, if you ‘can’t see nothing,’ then OBVIOUSLY you can see SOMETHING!”
Lyrics to “Half Moon”:
Halfway home in the hilltop trees
And all our footprints in the snow
And the evening glow leaving
Low night noise in the wintertime
I wake beside you on the floor
Counting your breathing
‘Cause I can’t see nothing in this half moon
Lay me down if i should lose you.
Halfway-working on a worn-out house
And all our friends the ragged crows
And aching bones whining.
Where are we when the twilight comes?
The dark of valley and the breeze
And the frozen leaves chiming?
Cause I can’t see nothing in this half moon
Lay me down if i should lose you…