Happy Feast of Saint Rita

Here’s a little bit from the oratorio I helped with, performed last year in Dallas.

Good Friday. Day of evil deeds
The lamb is slaughtered, pierced and hung
The heavenly choir stills its tongue
And weeps as the Almighty bleeds

Now love reveals its awful cost
And silence meets the anguished cry
I am abandoned, Father, why?
Now God is hid, now man is lost

I woke last night to nothing
No light or sound had stirred me
Nor lover’s touch, I was alone
Nothing woke me, as I said
And nothing found me when I woke
Nothing waited for my waking
Just as nothing waits upon my dying
But death – now death is something
The only certain thing in life
And only pain can hope to match
Its claim of universal reach
Do I sound glib? It’s how I cope
For nothing fills the hole that God has left.
And what is to be done? Why, nothing.


  1. Louise Orrock says

    Are the people on the left contributors or are they people you have experience of?

    • Broderick Barker says

      Yes to both! I’ve met every one of them. Some of them have visited my home. I’ve visited some of their homes.

  2. Louise Orrock says

    You mean you had an emergency visit and then became friends? Did you ask for five upper teeth to fall out?

  3. Louise Orrock says

    What did Plato’s home look like?

  4. So awesome Matthew. I’d really like to publish the libretto, plus an interview with you and the composer, plus some audio, in DT. JOB, care to interview them?

    • Bernardo,
      JOB has sent me some questions; lemme get to work on that. Thanks awfully for your continued interest.

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