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  • August, 1959: Morning Service

    Beside the open window
    on the cemetery side,
    I drowsed as Preacher Lusk gripped
    his Bible like a bat snagged
    from the pentecostal gloom.
    In that room where heat clabbered
    like churned butter, my eyes closed,
    freed my mind into the light
    on the window’s other side,
    followed the dreamy bell-ring
    of Randy Ford's cows across
    Licklog Creek to a spring pool
    where orange salamanders swirled
    and scuttled like flames. It was
    not muttered words that urged me
    back to that church, nor was it
    the hard comfort of pews rowed
    like the gravestones of my kin,
    but the a cappella hymn
    sung by my great-aunt, this years
    before the Smithsonian
    taped her voice as if the song
    of some vanishing species,
    which it was, which all songs are,
    years before the stroke wrenched her
    face into a gnarled silence,
    this morning before all that
    she led us across Jordan,
    and the gravestones leaned as if
    even the dead were listening.


    Published in Virginia Quarterly Review (Summer 2000).
    Text may vary slightly from the video reading.

    Published: 6 December 2007
    © 2007 Ron Rash and Southern Spaces