Let us pray on the questions.
Let us listen to the answers:
is church or swamp the holiest of holies?
How deep into murky water will you go to find God?
Heaven, Hollywood, Watts: how far apart are they?
Did Lowell George meet Sylvester at the Whisky back in the day?
Glory, Glory in the Commodore Hotel;
a choir full of lust and memory.
Glory, glory, hallelujah on the dance floor,
as real as anything, as anything could be.
Is a dance floor less real than the seat of Heaven?
Is the church the only true entrance to paradise?
Preacher in white coveralls offers Scripture
with six strings and a spark plug socket.
Gay black angel in glittering wig and robe
unfurls wings below the sacred mirrorball.
Is any rock club you could choose any more sacred
than any disco you could name?
Is the distance to Paradise from your stage
truly shorter than theirs, or do you just measure them differently?
