FAWN GROVE, THAT SUMMER AND FALL

by Jnana Hodson

reopening
for midweek worship

in passing
homeward from extended travel

meeting
in the old house
in the center of the cemetery

extending
my circle of acquaintance

in brotherhood, deepening

illuminated
by the urgent breath of kerosene lanterns

at Fawn Grove
through summer and fall

holding
its past silence

gliding
past volunteer firefighters
and Amish neighbors

pacing my driving from afar
to arrive at the appointed hour

as an eye in the needle
floating on still water
or grazing with invisible deer

in the Old Ways
we remember

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson

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