"Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate, but men will bore through to get there."

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Pennsylvania Confessional

Rounded the bend at Mt. Joy after curling off a ribbon of time…
Amish country road bending the freeway of tawdry politics
And career grief.
Sufjan* soundtrack supplying travelogue
Made a right turn for hill and dale and open quiet sky.
Morning mist wrapped me up-
Ate baked up brotherly love,
Drank all with thirsting eye.
Liberty rings silent at Freedom’s Hall
Singing waters dissolve my troubled mind
Left alone clear-eyed and high.
New hope suited well to internal and eternal journeys.
Gained some comfortable distance from my own truth I learned again-
As a hundred lighted candles glowed in windows down every thoroughfare
Welcoming new neighbors, encouraging intercourse-
Reminding me with corn fields, crumbling yet knowing brick and stone,
Even time-worn Coca-Cola signs
That simplicity has earned its claim on greatness too.
With a twist-
A star as sign on every white and pointed roof
Abandoning the modern electric charge
For magic pagan Christian truth,
Ordaining mystery too.

*Sufjan Stevens- great young songster who does cds about the 50 states- take a listen.

Copyright Chris Keith 2007

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