Down 'pon the riverside where the gentle rhythms flow John's dunkin' 'em for the baptisms and all the folks dressed in whites is smiling and hawing 'cos John, he bein' old school puts them in real good just like Father Cleetus used to do with bible in one hand and other hand straight up in the air a lightning rod for God be that man for a soul caint resist a little saving in these parts as the rains came down to wash the sinners and me and Leroy made for shelter But John he got his eye in and calls unto me for never he seen a soul more'n need of releasin' from the evils that a man do than this 'un And little Leroy's laughin' from the bank but I'm waist in and John opens the good book and says Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. Psalm 1:1 Was you mocking me from the banks son? You and that good for nuttin' sinner Leroy Take a gulp of the good water son And down I go heavin' and howling in the mighty hands of John while on the bank the sisters are singing Awake my soul and the thunder cracked and day became night and just as sure the evil done left me and a soul that had withered to a stick was replenished so surely and John's mighty hands done lift me from the river and unto me he says All flesh will see the salvation of God Luke 3:6
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
imagining a movie scene from them ol' days way doon south
Comments (3)
I could picture it all.