It was late in the evening and the people were tired, nearly exhausted. And then came the sound. Can you imagine the roar of the spectators in the Coliseum, Rome, 500BC? This was the modern equivalent. And the familiarity of this particular sound, low to high, pushing away all thoughts except one. And this one thought was unique in everyone who heard It and yet It joined them.
The applause. It was steeped in the light fog of dawn which began to open on the wide expanse of daylight across the land. The people applauded not for American Idols but for the gift of something new: Hope, amidst the culture of cynicism. Out of the thunderous applause came a spiraling and winding down of human emotion as the people settled into their thought. A light timber echoed gently off the air and you noticed the human next to you subtly swaying to the sound. It was nearly silent except for that and the interval hush of jingling bells and whispers of air caused by human movement.
"Walk me out in the morning dew my honey."
"Walk me out in the morning dew today."
"I cannot walk you out in the morning dew my honey."
"I cannot walk you out in the morning dew today."
And there, in the Coliseum, everyone met. The people knew that they were safe. These moments were saved. They could never be removed and they brought everything and everyone closer to the time when it wouldn't matter anyway.
A woman touched me gently on the shoulder and then moved on.
Somewhere a young man moaned.
Somewhere a baby cried.
The applause. It was steeped in the light fog of dawn which began to open on the wide expanse of daylight across the land. The people applauded not for American Idols but for the gift of something new: Hope, amidst the culture of cynicism. Out of the thunderous applause came a spiraling and winding down of human emotion as the people settled into their thought. A light timber echoed gently off the air and you noticed the human next to you subtly swaying to the sound. It was nearly silent except for that and the interval hush of jingling bells and whispers of air caused by human movement.
"Walk me out in the morning dew my honey."
"Walk me out in the morning dew today."
"I cannot walk you out in the morning dew my honey."
"I cannot walk you out in the morning dew today."
And there, in the Coliseum, everyone met. The people knew that they were safe. These moments were saved. They could never be removed and they brought everything and everyone closer to the time when it wouldn't matter anyway.
A woman touched me gently on the shoulder and then moved on.
Somewhere a young man moaned.
Somewhere a baby cried.
