I didn’t believe her.
This town of churches and dreams.
This town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere
But I found myself instead.
baptizing myself in redeeming waters, waters that knew where they had been, where they were headed, and lead me to happiness.
In a little white church, kneeling before the altar in complete surrender, asking forgiveness. Rising up, as sure as the northern star
and brighter than the morning sun, into salvation.
and poppin’ tents on the bank at night. Days are long and time is passed from an old porch swing, with nothing much to do.
This town of churches and dreams, where preacher convinced me of Jesus, and uncle taught me to drive. When I was young my grandma said, “You will appreciate this when your older”,
Now, I believe she was right.