Blues Harp Melody (p.I)

These are the words of Gregory, a Georgia boy, in the years of Saint Louis IX, two years before the end of the academy, having received nothing but the grace of God.

My God's voice raises within me
shaking the pillared foundations
breaking down what cannot stand the force
till first grounds remain.

Thus says the Lord our God,
For three songs of the blues harp,
and for four.
I will put an old hymn into your throat
and have you breathe new life into it,
for now it has been made empty and without form,
but soon it will be made anew,
by the working of your hands,
as I have given you to do.
And the rhythm shall devour your enemies

Thus says the Lord our God,
For three songs of the blues harp,
and for four.
Because the wadi is dry,
and no one to replenish it,
you have cracked rocks with your staves.
So now you are besieged by all sides,
and so shall be for six suns,
and on the seventh you shall blow and draw
in the melody I have set before you,
and so shall fall your seven ways.

And on the first day the blues harp sounded,
and the mountainous rocks shook and fell.
A familiar melody filled the ravines,
as water fills the wadi crevices,
and at once I was full.
Then my thirst was no more,
and my mind was at rest.
Then the night fell.
A deep slumber fell upon me,
and my enemy numbered one,
and my friend numbered one.
And blood ran from the others amongst us,
the earth cried out in horror,
for I was many,
but now I am one.
and there was evening and morning, the first day.