Where the Two Roads Cross

“Dear God, you have caused the Good Road to cross the Road of Difficulties; and where they cross, that place is holy.”

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Performed by the Pittsburgh Camerata
Conducted by Mark A. Anderson

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Program Note

On Saturday morning, the first of February, 2003, Space Shuttle Columbia reentered the atmosphere high above the Pacific Ocean on its way to a planned landing in Florida. Its path would take it over San Francisco, past Sacramento, then across southern Nevada and northern Arizona and central New Mexico, passing the Texas line just northwest of Lubbock.

Around noon I headed to the Texas Tech baseball park so as to get there in time to catch the drills and warmups. As I pulled into the parking lot, the pre-game radio broadcast was interrupted by a news bulletin. The shuttle had disintegrated, all aboard lost. Two of the crew were from here, from this place, from this town. Though I don’t recall it, I’m sure there was a moment of silence just before the national anthem. What I clearly remember is how I tried to follow the game, but mostly just stared out over left field into the clear blue skies to the southeast, seeing in my mind’s eye the meteoric arc of the bright flashes left in the wake of Columbia’s final flight, as all the while, over and over, the words of Black Elk ran through my head, the words with which the Sioux medicine man began the last prayer of his life: Dear God, you have caused the Good Road to cross the Road of Difficulties; and where they cross, that place is holy.

Program note by Andy Wilkinson.

Text

WHERE THE TWO ROADS CROSS
by Andy Wilkinson

for the crew of the Space Shuttle Columbia

When night is done
And day has yet to come,
Before the sun
Rises inside us;
Let not despair
Trouble our darkened hearts
These morning stars
They burn to guide us.

For now our God
Has caused the Good Great Road
To cross the Road
Of Difficulties;
And, where they cross,
Oh, where the two roads cross,
That place is holy.

In these black times,
There yet remains design
That is divine,
The one true story
That leads our hearts
When crossing is so hard;
We will be stars
That burn in glory.

For now our God
Has caused the Good Great Road
To cross the Road
Of Difficulties;
And, where they cross,
Oh, where the two roads cross,
That place is holy.

About the Author

I am a poet, song writer, singer, playwright, and visual artist whose native country is the Llano Estacado, the flattest land on Earth. My distant uncle, Charlie Goodnight, said “the people of the Plains will have to solve the problems of the people of the East for on the Plains a person is forced to see a great long distance, and such seeing makes the mind active.” I agree, and have found our 360 degrees of horizon and 180 degrees of sky to be the principal drivers of my curiosity, and my creativity.

I’ve recorded a baker’s dozen albums of original music, all of which remain fashionably obscure. I perform often as a solo singer-songwriter, though almost as often as part of bands or small ensembles. I frequent folk festivals and cowboy poetry gatherings, along with coffee joints and wine bars and house concerts. Of late, I have been partnering with a composer-arranger from Brooklyn — on the eastern boundary of the Llano Estacado — to write choral pieces, among them a cantata for migrants. Having come of age in the 1960s, I am a mixed-breed musical mutt, bred by folk song and pop radio hits and rock-and-roll and old cowpunch ballads.

Regarding the printed page, I’ve written seven plays that have been performed on a variety of stages across the nation, all by excellent actors, many of whom are well-known. In addition to magazine articles and chapters in various non-fiction books, I’ve written a half-dozen monographs published by three different presses, ranging from non-fiction to memoir to novels to poetry. My visual art works are principally done in gouache, pencil, or pastel, many done en plein air, none of which hang in museums — famous or otherwise — but most all of which have found homes with my small but significant and delightful group of patrons.

I’ve also had a variety of day-jobs: chopping cotton as a kid, sacking and checking groceries as a teenager, a dozen years in police work as a young man, and a decade in financial services in middle age. Since 1991, I have made my way in the arts as a performer and practitioner. As part and parcel of my creative works, I have been affiliated with Texas Tech University, having served as Artist in Residence at the Southwest Collection, as an instructor in songwriting in the School of Music, and as a teacher in the Honors College. Retired from my regular duties with the University, I continue teaching.

Though I’m not the least bit famous, I’m grateful to have stumbled into several famous awards, among them the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk Contest, the Texas Historical Foundation’s John Ben Shepperd Jr. Craftsmanship Award, and seven National Western Heritage Wrangler Awards in five different categories.

SATB choir (with divisi)

Piano

Soprano saxophone

Premiere

Where the Two Roads Cross premiered on February 9, 2025 at Shadyside Presbyterian Church (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) performed by the Pittsburgh Camerata conducted by Mark A. Anderson.

Year Completed
2025
Publisher

Markowski Creative (ASCAP)

Errata

No known errata.