in the Morgan County hills and hollows, heaven calls out.
splash in galvanized wash tubs in the shade of the old tobacco barn,
of cream-covered strawberries and blackberry cobbler.
it’s hotter than blazes.
as the sun peeks over the ridges at noon, the church remains deep in shadow.
one seeks Jesus there - not for decades.
of sacred hymns still echo off hard poplar pews, faint and reverent.
may be it’s just the sound of the walls peeling and ceilings flaking?
the “civilized” missionary women who came to save them,
all left, one by one, until no one came at all.
and forgotten, the church sits in lonely silence, a victim of the coal
in these Eastern Kentucky foothills, heaven still calls,
there is no one in the church to answer.
and impotent, the union church faces death with bitter grace.
most of all, it misses the children.
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