Niles House Blues
Come Sunday morning
God give me, your servant
John Jacob, strength
To hike uphill to St Hubert’s
Where I can carve
My faith into heartwood
And kneel down
On a workman’s worn knees
To cry out in quiet prayer to heaven
Then descend back down
Into the dark of Boone
Creek where kingfishers
Patrol the steep banks
If my house should fall
Toward the sin of ruin
Into the rich duff
Of the forest’s soul
Let someone take notice
Sing a song, pen a poem-
A blues hymn
For the belief I tended
For so many Sabbaths
Where all things are slowly
Being pulled into the river
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Gorgeous!! It flows beautifully and it evokes such a feeling of need and want. Very excellent start to the month 🙂
Every word of this, yes. Beautiful.
Love the Kingfisher reference to the blues
Beautiful.