Zoe Mulford: Music

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Our Lady of the Highways stands on the right side of northbound I-95 just south of the Delaware border. She is expecially beloved of truck drivers and traveling musicians.

Thank God for the radio and convenience-store coffee
Three hours you’ve been on the road, and it should have been dawn
North-bound to Delaware, you’ll pass the temple where
Our Lady of the Highways stands looking on

Blessed be the children and the strangers
We are all together, we are all alone
All the sleepless dreamers, all the restless angels
Bless all the wanderers far away from home

Red lights in the passing-lane - hundreds of pilgrims
All your fellow-travellers, you don’t know their names
Some come throuh here every day, some come from a long long way
Our Lady of the Highways loves them all the same

Blessed be...

White rag on the driver’s door, glass on the shoulder
The ditches and the medians blossom with shrines
Fake flowers and a wooden cross and the names of the ones we’ve lost
Our Lady of the Highways knows they’re yours and mine

Blessed be...

Hear the swish of the wiper-blades, rain on the windshield
Passing exit 100-A to the town of Rising Sun
Black sky fading into blue - clouds shift and the sun peeks through
Our Lady of the Highways welcomes every dawn

And blessed be...

© Zoe Mulford 2004