Hymn

And when you showed me Brooklyn Bridge
   in the morning
     Ah God,

And the people slipping on ice in the street,
twice, 
	twice,
		two different people
		came over, goin to work,
		so earnest and tryful,
		clutching their pitiful
		morning Daily News
		slip on the ice & fall
		both inside 5 minutes
		and I cried I cried

That’s when you taught me tears, Ah
   God in the morning
     Ah Thee

And me learning on the lamppost wiping
eyes,
	eyes,
		nobody’s know I’d cried
		or woulda cared anyway
		but O I saw my father
		and my grandfather’s mother
		and the long lines of chairs
		and tear-sitters and dead,
		Ah me, I knew God You
		had better plans than that

So whatever plan you have for me
Splitter of majesty
Make it short
   brief
Make it snappy
   bring me home to the Eternal Mother
   today

At your service anyway,
   (and until)

--Jack Kerouac