More music

Home to the table, home to the feast

Where the last are the first and the greatest are the least

Where the rich will envy what the poor have got

Everybody's got enough, 'though we ain't got a lot

No one is forgotten, no one is alone

When we're calling all the children home

                                                -John McCutcheon

                               

Today I walk around humming All Saints music.  I have acquired quite a repertoire over 58 years in the church and beyond.  Because I am preaching All Saints Sunday, I am already in Saturday sermon mode, even though the sermon will most probably gel by the Friday before, so I can get the text to the person who will be translating it into Spanish as I preach for the 1:00 PM service.  I wonder how critters translates into Spanish.  Right now I have no certain idea what will end up on the page, or, for that matter, what will emerge from my mouth.

All Saints music

Accompanies the Saturday chores,

Even though All Saints Day

Has yet to come.

I Sing a Song of the Saints of God

Merges into

Sine Nomine:

For all the saints,

Who from their labors rest.

Then

More faintly I hear

All God’s critters got a place in the choir

Some sing low

Some sing higher

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire

Some just clap their hands

Or paws

Or anything they got now.

Finally

Underneath it all

I hear

John McCutcheon sing

Calling all the children home

Supper’s on the table,

Everybody come in.

I know there will be

More music.

There is always

More music.