“Backbeat means the church feel. . . . ”
—Howard Grimes
Feel the beat. The backbeat.
Feel the beat. Stomp with the feet,
the stomping of the feet—
and the clapping of the hands—
the feet the beat,
the hands the ands.
Stomp with your feet. Clap with your hands.
Praise be to God / with the stomping of the feet.
The church said, Amen /
with the clapping of the hands—
the feet the beat,
the hands the ands.
When they had no pianos,
do you think that they were poor,
with the feet the beat,
the hands the ands—
the stomping of the feet—
and the clapping of the hands?
Church recall. The stomping of the feet.
Church respond with the clapping of the hands
The feet the beat, and the . . . .
first published in Adagio Verse Quarterly



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February 6, 2007 at 6:56 pm
Tomas
Dear Helen,
awareness of your presence gives me strength to continue walk on a web that would look meaningless if not your comments.
Now I’m going to start new blogs, because the current already exceeded size for normal downloading.
It is a bit sad to think that my Captains bridge will sink in the silence of the archives somewhere no a web. Modus Vivendi will follow him and the same destiny awaits the Candleday.
It would be good in case I could put them on CD and to transform in PDF books… however, that above my potency and maybe needless to talk.
but even such sad confessions revive me- you listen to me and that so great. Thank you.
My destiny is a bit strange. In spite of awful trauma I am still alive though without health and money to do anything except to question what for all these visions if I hadn’t any chance to put them in matter?
Dear Helen, sorry for I started this weeping… I am going to bed. It is already deep night here… fairy tales already awoke and are waiting for me…
February 6, 2007 at 6:57 pm
hockamama
I love our small church, in all of it’s methodical methodism. but once in awhile, I truly desire to attend a service where the congregants are vocal, and loud in their praise…
February 6, 2007 at 7:09 pm
helenl
Hi Tomas, Be sure to let me know where you are, if (when) you abandon your current blogs and start other. I love your art and wish others would embrace it and you. You are a kind soul, Tomas. May God bless you richly.
Hi Holly,
I found the quote the starts this poem in the Stax Record Museum in Memphis, TN. The poem, of course, refers to traditional music in an African American church, which is not to be confused with praise songs that have their roots in black religous music. I’m talking about the real deal that still happens in black churches today. It is to die for. And yes, quietness has its place in worship. That is also there.
February 7, 2007 at 12:43 am
writeathome
Yes, quietness does have its place in worship. However, I find in Scripture that we can make a joyful noise unto the Lord and shout unto God with the voice of triumph. Holly, I wish you could visit my church. We are vocal and loud, and sometimes we shout the house down!
February 7, 2007 at 12:54 am
helenl
Hi Carol. I’ve been in churches that have almost done that.
February 7, 2007 at 4:53 am
Steve
Thank you Helen for these wonderful words.
Blessing and Peace.
Steve.
http://newpsalms.wordpress.com/
February 7, 2007 at 9:13 am
helenl
Thanks Steve. So glad you visited.
February 7, 2007 at 3:02 pm
Sherry Chandler
I love this Helen. I hope you’ll let me copy it on my blog. Makes me want to stomp my feet and clap my hands on this frigid Kentucky day.
February 7, 2007 at 3:49 pm
helenl
Hi Sherry. Glad you like the poem. Copy away, but please give credit to Adagio Verse Quarterly (you know that LOL).
February 8, 2007 at 6:18 pm
Jana Allard
This made me think of my days in Africa attending church under a tree in the jungle. The only instrument was a drum and the praise would get so intense I could feel my heart pulsate to the rhythm of the drum. Voice, hands, feet, and the drum. Occasionally, a child may have an old can they strung seeds around to shake with the beat. Poor? It never entered their minds.
February 8, 2007 at 6:40 pm
helenl
Hi Jana. I had no idea this would bring you such memories, but I am glad.
February 10, 2007 at 10:49 am
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February 10, 2007 at 10:53 am
helenl
Thanks Sherry.