Rolling Through Intersections

Revival Denial

What about an old fashioned revival?
Will it last longer than an hour?
Will they buzz about the performance
On their way to SUVs, seats heated, ac cooled?

Instead, do we race down the highway
Fast as we can like kids, break a hundred
Fear the red and blue breathin’ down
And pull into the old gas station, same owner?

But, for how long, live like we’re living
Without denying true desire as destiny
What we were taught to dream in rhyme,
Learned to clap in pews, sing like thunder?

Harmony hides, unshared in good hearts.
What good are they if we don’t celebrate?
Lay that gospel down, sweat and unbutton
But never quit, because if we do, we forget.

Something more disturbing out there
Breaking up the old team, the breed of new —
Challenges to know what’s real and untrue
Until I reach out out, touch that heart true.

We got fire burning inside, but hearts cooled,
Always better things to do. Don’t laugh, play
As another day in the recliner melts this soul
In worn, green fiber, a lap pet treated better.

I walk out at night, stare at silhouettes, remember
Where excitement began in the limited known,
Because dawn would come and all would reveal.
But liars and cheats redirect us from our woods.

I can’t meet the creek, slosh sounds soft,
As I thirst again but can’t get the feeling.
I’ve walked the old country road, rocks fly
From stirred gravel, meaningful memory gone…

Alone. We don’t all pile in station wagons anymore.
Dog has head out the window, anticipating.
What’s there to look forward to, but old songs.
I sing solo, vibrant voice perfecting, messages.

Be ready to receive one wiser, tearing Babylon down.

So, what about that old fashioned revival?
We’ll make it last longer than just an hour,
Sing all the old songs, stir their love again.
Maybe, memorable, enough for one night?

…And we can go home tired.


7.24.25
Will they eat from these hands, or teach them how it’s done? Got to get the message right.

Written to four consecutive Freya Ridings songs, without edit, (one edit) on this old tablet.
I’ll fix it up, eventually. Recliner has my ass for the night. Better vision by morning.