Morehouse College Glee Club; David Morrow, conductor

Since I rose this morning I’ve gone through ups and downs, Running around in circles like a crazy mad dog. I speak, I sing, I sleep, I rise; I pray, I scream, it’s mess upon mess. It’s a mess here, it’s a mess there, a mess up, a mess down, mess everywhere; it’s mess upon mess. Messy are my thoughts, messy are my actions, messy are my words, messy is my vision. Everything is entangled: Pain and joy, doubt and faith, Disgust and hope, good and evil. My head is spinning and spinning. Everything is entangled. What a mess! Morning after morning, I fight a battle; the contredanse of life recommences daily. I sing, I dance, I yell: “Hooray!” Suddenly and swiftly I am back in a mess. In the midst of this mess I decide to search for an understanding to what is happening. I dig, I seek, and I finally find in the very depth of my hear the solution to this mess: Life before death is a battle of every instant that cannot be won but one moment at time. After the night comes the day. After the rain the sun rises. After messes, after messes... the heart settles. It’s striving in suffering that brings redemption.