Letter of the Law, part 4
Kum Ba Ya
Today I don’t know what to say. It is one of THOSE days. The bed did not get made. I stayed in my nightgown. My head hurt all day. I feel disconnected from my kids. I’m worried about my friends. Still, I’ve said I will write daily for a year.
Today I don’t know what to say. It is one of THOSE days. I write without a sense of story. I write without a sense of time. Yet, I write. I write — even though I don’t know what to say.
People I love are grieving. People I love are fearing. People I love are arguing. People I love are sighing.
Kum Ba Ya, Lord.
Kum Ba Ya.
I was taught that means “Come by here, Lord. Come by here.”
Does this mean we don’t think the Lord is here all the time? Does this mean we have to pray to get God’s attention? More likely, it is just a reminder for the people singing.
God does come by here. God does come. God does.
Today I don’t know what to say.
God does.
We sang this song a lot when I was growing up in the seventies. In our hymn book or song sheets, it was always written as three words. Some folks spell it as one word, kumbaya.
