Cloudless afternoon in rural Jamaica (2006)
My neighbour’s stereo is belting out lyrics about ‘Beulah Land’ and an ‘Unclouded Day’ yet future–
And I feel a longing in my bones.
This longing for a Better Land where stands a city, whose Builder and Maker is the Almighty God.
Depending on who you ask, Jamaicans may live in a veritable paradise (or not). But there are things that that can reach in and rock your world in ways that your counterparts in subdued areas of the globe would never understand.
If he were a Christian, I would probably call it ‘righteous’ indignation– his vociferous condemnation of those whose preferences differed from his own.
But righteousness was not high on his agenda. He just could not stand the thought of anyone whose faults differed from his own.
Since his tirade encroached on my personal space, I felt obligated to ask a question.
(I wonder, in retrospect, if I had a death wish)