Brother Louis

4/10/14, KY,USA

1. long before that fateful bath, when amongst the forty acre knobs
2. soul of peace, released from France, near New Hope by chance
3. the wide bottoms and far reaching fields, cornstalks and cobs
4. the silence, the constant service, one prays, and kneels, and plants

5. cycle of regrowth, beside Pottinger's old station house at the spring
6. cherokee script carved in caves there below, now called Gethsemene
7. everlasting water, forests of oak and cedar, hear creation ring
8. God always my friend in the end, and myself, my own worst enemy

9. and now the old tandem ribbons of the L & N, they still pass within
10. just above that old slab over that river that folks call a creek
11. somewhere in a wet kentucky county, between repentance and sin
12. I thought I had prayed for just a day, and it's been more than a week

13. grace and serenity, grow beside the blackberries and poison oak
14. asleep in the bliss of connectedness, forsaking constant consumption
15. gratefully free from commercial t.v., back on two-forty-seven I awoke
16. hangin out with Brother Louis again, Merton and the Melungeon.