A Song Narrative
Lyrics adapted by Frank DiGiacomo from Part One of the novel The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder.
Published by Harper & Row, © 1955 by Thornton Wilder.
This song, as well as Christ to His Disciples, Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane and Song of Solomon, was written in the Composer’s student days at Syracuse University. It was recorded in a practice room at the old Crouse College of Music. The song was written for the voice of William (Bill) Black, a fellow student. Their live recording, though primitive, does show the power of the music.
Also included are a synth voice and piano rendition, to more fully present the song, as well as the synth rehearsal piano-only version.
The manuscript of the song has not been found, but we are grateful for the transcription from archival audio tape by Jason Loffredo. For additional information on Mr. Loffredo's work, contact www.jasonloffredo.com.
LYRICS
I am Brother Juniper.
Just as the wise King Solomon sought the meaning of God’s ways, I too, gave my
heart to search and seek out Thy Wisdom concerning all things that are done under
heaven. And though I did not understand them, I had faith.
Not long ago, there was an accident that, when compared with tidal waves that wash
away whole cities, and diseases forever flitting in and out of provinces, was of small
proportion. The rent in the bridge of San Luis caused great repentance in the cities.
As the break in the bridge of San Luis Rey is the sheer Act of God, here, here, at last I
could surprise His intentions...here.
Though I already knew the answer I just wanted to prove out a proof, to those who are
slow to believe, to know, to ask, the proof. Doubt springs eternal in the human breast.
Many times I have thought of this before on long trips to distant parishes, how I could
justify the ways of God to man.
And so it was that at the moment of this tragedy, I was moved with great passion to
seek the final answer, and make the final effort, to know that the five lost lives were a
perfect whole.
Why had God chosen this person, His humble servant, for His demonstration of
wisdom?
And when all secrets had been told I never did learn the central passion of the taken
lives, and so, it seems I missed the very spring, within the spring.
Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like flies that boys kill
on a summer day.
And some say that the very sparrows do not lose a feather...that has not been brushed away...by the finger...of God.