I was just listening more carefully to a song from Greg Brown’s Covenant album called “Rexroth’s Daughter” (which can be requested at Whole Wheat Radio). I’ve heard this song many times, but I never realized the girl he’s pining over the whole time has gone missing, maybe even murdered by the guy next door. Or has she?
The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy.
If you try to follow what they shove at us, you run out of tears to cry.
I heard a man speak quietly. I listened for a while.
He spoke from his heart to my woe, and then he bowed and smiled.
What is real but compassion, as we move from birth to death?
I am looking for Rexroth’s daughter, and I’m running out of breath.
Spring will come back — I know it will, and it will do its best.
So useful, so endangered, like a lion or a breast.
I think about my children when I look at any child’s face,
and pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace.
It’s so cold out there tonight, so stormy I can hardly see.
And I’m looking for Rexroth’s daughter, and I guess I always will be.