Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Residency



You walk into a large church, a city's large church, late when there are no people, the usual silence and coldness of a big space with little heating. God's house. Nothing between your body standing somewhere near the entrance and the structural walls and partitions and benches and raised forward area where holy things specially take place.

Outside, occasional wheel traffic. Inside, no more than low slides and twists of a building's viscera.

'Hello?' you call. You move in so that the building can hear better. "Hello?' your head turns as you call.

God's voice.


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