Out of Egypt:

NYC

(a rough draft of what I mentioned in the post below)

light breaks over the Manhattan Bridge -
giving its glow to Chinatown graffiti
I run past Bowery's derelicts and dish machines.
O God, here is life.
and in the soup line, I give praise.

we make our home apart from You
and yet Your beauty still pursues
the city breathes in broken chants
and in the soup line, I give praise.

(that wasn't really what I wanted, but it's good enough for now. a representative moment within a larger space of time. the song connection was somewhat lost in the process, probably because Elliott Smith has washed it out of my memory for now.)

Hey, there are a few great lines in there! I like, in particular, "the city breathes in broken chants."

Posted by: Gideon Strauss at March 1, 2005 8:20 PM