UNDERGROUND A&R REPORT

The Walk

A friend I have known for a long time came by today; sad, depressed, the world had beaten him down. Come, let's take a walk I told him. I grabbed my staff and went out the door. His face sagged with defiance of will, his walk demurred, halting. The wind began to rise and as we entered the forest paths we could hear my neighbor's kid practicing guitar, echoing and soaring off the hills. "What is that," friend asked, "it's like the wind is bringing in voices of angels." I just smiled. We came to a clearing below a junction in the trails, his burden flowing through his voice, I offered counsel, to console my friend, in this place I don't look for the words, they are given to me. After 40 minutes or so we started back. The dark colors had left his face, the lines had eased up. "Hey man", he said, "I feel different, like a million bricks are off my back. It's like the colors are clearer, more vibrant now. What did you say you called this place?"



"Welcome my friend," I told him, "to New Jerusalem."