Green Pastures Page #3

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Certainly, certainly, certainly, Lawd

Let the fish fry proceed.

- Lawd, look what I've got.

- Get away from De Lawd.

Good morning, Lawd.

Good morning, Archangel.

You're looking mighty spry.

- I can't complain, Lawd.

- That's good.

Fitzhugh, you let go of De Lawd's coattail.

That's all right, daughter.

He's just playing.

Yeah, but he's playing too rough.

- A little boiled custard, Lawd?

- Thank you very kindly. This looks nice.

- 10-cent cigar, Lawd?

- Thank you. How is the fish fry going?

The best one yet, Lawd.

And how you shouters getting on?

We've been a-marching

and singing the whole morning.

I heard you.

You's getting as good as

the choir at the throne.

Why don't you give us

one of them old-time jump-ups?

All right. Anything you say, Lawd.

So High.

No, thank you. I'm going to save this a bit.

- What's the matter, Lawd?

- I ain't just sure yet.

- There's something about this custard.

- Ain't it all right, Lawd?

It don't seem seasoned just right.

Did you make it?

Yes, Lawd.

I put everything in it like I always does.

It's supposed to be perfect.

Yes, I can taste the eggs,

the cream, and the sugar.

I know what it is.

- It needs a little bit more firmament.

- There's firmament in it, Lawd.

- Maybe, but it ain't enough.

- It's all we had.

- There ain't a drop left in the jug.

- That's all right.

I'll just roar back and pass a miracle.

Let there be some firmament.

And when I say,

"Let there be some firmament"...

I don't mean no little

bitty dab of firmament...

'cause I'm getting sick and tired

of running out of it when we need it.

Let there be a whole mess of firmament!

- That's the way I like it.

- Well, he got the order.

- That's a lot of firmament.

- Looks to me like it's ready to rain.

- Where is you, Fitzhugh?

- Look at my Charlotta, Lawd.

She's soaked to the skin.

That's plenty too much firmament.

Well, course I don't want the children

to catch cold. Can't we drain it off?

There's no place to drain it, Lawd.

Why don't we

just take the babies home, Lawd?

No, I don't want to bust up the fish fry.

You angels keep quiet,

and I'll pass another miracle.

That's the trouble with miracles,

when you pass one...

you always got to roar back

and pass another.

Let there be a place

to drain off this firmament.

Let there be mountains and valleys,

and let there be oceans and lakes...

and let there be rivers and bayous

to drain it off in, too.

As a matter of fact, let there be the Earth.

And when that's done,

let there be the sun.

And let it come out

and dry my cherubs' wings.

Look at here!

Look!

- Do you see it, Lawd?

- Yes, Gabriel.

- Looks mighty nice, Lawd.

- Yes.

Yes, sir, and that would make

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