Trusting that in your mercy you have sheltered me.Īt the request of the composer, “Shelter Me” is reprinted free under ONE LICENSE. The way ahead is dark and difficult to see.Īll will be well if only you will shelter me.ĭeath dogs my path with stealthy steps from day to day.īut dwell in dreary darkness, longing for your face.Īnd realize your faithfulness has led me home. To fresh green fields you led my steps in days gone by.Īnd filled my soul with peace your loving presence brings. He also shared how music has shaped his life. Joncas recently talked to the Newsroom, reflecting on his feelings and observations during the pandemic and the prayer-song it inspired. on March 26 with the germ of an idea to write a prayer-song to respond to the COVID-19 pandemic,” he said. However, “Shelter Me” is one of those songs that came to him in the middle of the night. “I set a task – though that’s not the romantic image of a composer struck by lightning,” he said. Somehow we must redeem ourselves.Most of his compositions are created by what he calls “crafting.” Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase. Kingsbury is offering a reward to anyone who turns in the vole robbers? I'm coming to that, said Molly McNamara.By the way, did I mention that Mr. By eleven most of them had packed up their buckets and rods and gone home, leaving the jetty deserted except for Joe Winder and two other diehards. The other fishermen were using dead shrimp with similar unexciting results. In this fashion he picked up a couple of blue runners and a large spiny pinfish, which he tossed back.
He let it sink into the fringe of the sea grass, then reeled in slowly, bouncing the lure with the tip of his rod. Effortlessly Winder cast the same pink wiggle-jig he'd been using on the bonefish flats. This time he pressed it against his face.Cut to the chase, he muttered irritably.What the hell is it you want us to do? How could you? Danny Pogue exclaimed.You're the one asked us to rob the placeīud Schwartz clutched at the damp towel. Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara. The bay was shallow and provided no cover if the goons had guns, they could simply shoot him like a turtle. The most obvious means of escape would be jumping into Card Sound while exceptionally dramatic, such a dive would prove both stupid and futile. Worse, they stood squarely between Winder and the relative safety of the island. Joe Winder realized that he was stranded on the jetty with two goons who probably were waiting to ambush him. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.Īs midnight approached, the other men stopped pretending to fish and concentrated on the road. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. I suppose the FBI would have to decide whom to believe-two young fellows with your extensive criminal pasts, or an older woman like myself who's never even had a parking ticket. Molly's face crinkled in thought.That'd be awfully hard to swallow, that an old retired woman like myself would get involved in such a distasteful crime. He wondered what crazy lie she'd told the rent-a-cop about their gunshot wounds. This was not a good sign.ĭanny Pogue angrily pounded the floor with one of his crutches.For someone who don't like to lie, you sure do make a sport of it.īud Schwartz sighed. After a while, he noticed that the two other fishermen were doing the same. Every few minutes a pair of headlights would appear down Card Sound Road, and Joe Winder would check to see if the car stopped at the foot of the bridge. Both wore baseball caps and light jackets, which was odd, considering the heat. The other was short and wiry, and as dark as coffee. One of the men was a husky no-neck in long canvas pants. Quite an enormous reward, according to the papers.īud Schwartz stretched out on the sofa, closed his eyes and smiled in resignation.You're a piece a work, he said to Molly McNamara.I gotta admit. No matter, said Molly, brightening,because as of tonight, you're our newest members. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either. No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have.
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