Leave the town you roam in

along-time blind

a long-time dead

leave the town you roam in

don't look back

never return

don't grab a morsel

nor the Past left behind

where food is poison

where your spirit was drugged

where your eyes were boarded

your feet were bound

leave the town you roam in

keep on steppin'

on the wings of Freedom flee

your eyes have been purged

your health restored

your limbs swing freely

your thoughts are renewed

leave the town you roam in

out of the dark

into the light

recover your dignity

let Joy rule your life

leave the town you roam in 

*Thoughts of Richard Rodriguez:

 -I am puzzled by the hunger for purity among people.  The people who walk down the street with bottles of water, for example.   They have a drive to cleanse their bodies of all that is impure, a dream of escape from the impure.  I am very impatient with that.  We have to reconcile young people to the idea of the unsettled, the indeterminate, the compromised life.  That is my moralism, a brown moralism.  I'm not urging people to any accommodation of truth or light or a path.  I like the idea that my impure lover would be the one giving communion at Mass as a eucharistic minister.  That's what the church should be about, it seems to me.  We should always hand the Eucharist over to a sinner.

 -We are now entering a time when we can no longer control history.  Not only can we not control history by putting fences around things and saying, "This is clean and that is impure," but we are now participating in a time that we no longer know exactly how to imagine.

*The dangers of life are many, and safety is one of those dangers.

 -Goethe

*The heart has reasons that reason knows nothing of.

 -Paschal