Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
Into the heart of Nashville this morning I
brought Tolstoy -- Confession (1879). Under
speckled autumn light, before the capitol
steps, I retraced with Leo his search for
faith -- how urbanity, rationality, and the life
of wealth were obstacles in the pursuit.
Amy Grant sang on our album.
From out of church music she arrives at the
date addressing the singer's challenge at the
microphone -- to offer the inner self.
where is my faith? Has there not been
for me a loss in the meaning of everything
since the day she died?
toiled with the common man, an
attempt to be God's instrument. Amy came
with a student's air. And I employ these peo-
ple to come and put their feeling in the tape.
has become a gothic cathedral to me,
this Animals' Christmas -- an anachronism.
Jimmy and I are stonecutters, building a
structure in praise of God.