July 27th, 2015 In Bremen, Germany I was booked to play a wedding The morning after a text alerts me to the canceling Of my flight and the resulting rescheduling From the morning to later in the evening And I lay there in bed, thinking of how to spend a day And then I heard church bells ringing through the morning Calling to the Sunday service from the cathedral and the other churches And I follow that sound to St. Peter's Cathedral Sat down in the pew with the Bremen people And just listened I didn't understand a word a priest was saying My high school German could use some serious practicing But just to sit there and hear the church organ Echo through a summer morning To feel tiny for a little while, to look up to the ceiling Like you'd look at a starried sky To ask that old question: where did we come from and where are we going? The sadness of everything, the joy of everything