"This Is Our HomeTown"
In The Darkness Of A Hot Muggy Summer Night
Holding each other's Hands, You and I, Alive, and Real
Real and deep like Water Or Treeroots, elements of nature
Male and female, a pair, You and I, Aware of existence
Aware of the dew in the grass, in the dripping gutters into the trees
that trickle down the tree branches as softly it rains
and flow into the alluvial soils of the ground, we are of the ground
We came from the ground, the ground is our home, and we will return to it
I Take Comfort in the earth underneath my bare feet, the thickness of it
How it never really ends, of the indians who were here and the dinosaurs
Who Were Here, when the ocean covered this part of South Carolina long ago
Of The Sea, Of The Mountains, Of The Forests here and a little further out, the meadows
Of this home building was built on top of a former forest
How I Try and Get Lichens and Mosses To Grow, Mushrooms rise in the morning
in my planters lit delicate umbrellas after a hard rain, and dry away by midafternoon
The Things I look forward to returning to the ground when i die and am buried in it
all the good deeds, all the sweetness taken in and given and felt and shared
Things That Make Us A Part Of Our Home Town, this is our home town!
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen