Just Beneath This City


“Jesus Loves You,”
The new wave Artist sings
Not even one right pitch in her tone exists,
But there’s fire underneath the Artist’s voice
When the clock tower strikes yet another hour
“Hello Beautiful Folks, the time has come to Rejoice”
The Artist shouts even louder this time around
There are black and blue heartbreaks awaiting
Pain, loss, and grief on the edges of Life
Can take the inward walk into creativity
“Jesus Created Y’all To Create”
This is the Artist’s last sentence
Amidst instruments playing non-stop
The Artist starts over again with
“Jesus Loves You,”
And she sings on and on
In her best Texas friendly tune
Just beneath the city’s busy melody

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