I ain’t sayin’ I’m like Jesus… But I got tired
like Him, an’ I got mixed up like Him,
an’ I went into the wilderness like Him, without campin’ stuff.
Nighttime I’d lay on my back an’ look up at the stars;
morning I’d see an’ watch the sun come up;
midday I’d look out from a hill at the rollin’ dry country;
evenin’ I’d foller the sun down. Sometimes, I’d pray like I
always done. On’y I couldn’t figure what I was
prayin’ to or for. There was the hills, an’ there was me,
an’ we wasn’t separate no more.
We was one thing. An’ that one thing was holy.
like Him, an’ I got mixed up like Him,
an’ I went into the wilderness like Him, without campin’ stuff.
Nighttime I’d lay on my back an’ look up at the stars;
morning I’d see an’ watch the sun come up;
midday I’d look out from a hill at the rollin’ dry country;
evenin’ I’d foller the sun down. Sometimes, I’d pray like I
always done. On’y I couldn’t figure what I was
prayin’ to or for. There was the hills, an’ there was me,
an’ we wasn’t separate no more.
We was one thing. An’ that one thing was holy.
-- Jim Casy Grapes of Wrath
[quote recently read on a blog i was pointed to named, "Fishing and Thinking"]
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