Slippin’

So easy to slip from hymns to blues.

and back again.  I do it all the time.

It makes sense how something high

can become something low,

how love can be lost and the hope

of love regained echoing in refrains 

of deprivation and despair.  And a love

that’s tough enough to create resurrections

lingers in the air, the heart and soul and body.

I know those who hate sin but where would

all the saints be, the ones who know all 

the blues, all the hymns, the refrains 

that get confused?  Who has not been singing

a hymn and started to hum the blues?

-Byron Hoot

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