Granville

Communicating something you just don’t hear:

The Ohio State University on public broadcast TV said:
that the Buxton Inn was full of ghosts
But what I met, when I ventured into the area, were hosts
That welcomed me
A wayward wanderer
To a warm bed and all the comforts of home.
 

A reminiscence of Americana
Haunted the sleepy little town
A conglomeration of old and new
Operating in perfect harmony.

 

A pleasant spirit of kindness and human compassion
Lurked about in one of the few places left in Ohio
Where Love had not yet given way to individual excess…
And died!

The high point of entering this mount-ain of history (or mound)…
Community transcends the destructive force of human will-fullness
The sanctity of belonging and an aura of support
Epitomizes the social view.

Voices echoed on the street
A cacophony of lucid sound
The alert peoples
A myriad of peoples
Races and colors… different but equal.

Remnants of a girls school-- the Female Seminary
And a memory of a Judge who would not stand for discrimination

(But as the story has it, the radical decision of Samuel Bancroft had help, human rights aren’t preserved by a lone-solitary effort… he and those whom he represented stood for freedom and ushered a man to an unknown future…even in the face of a raving mob, there was unity and consideration for life!)

Uniting disparate parts
Rational but caring
Drunk on life
An ancient but veril communion
Resonates throughout the air.

 

Being is not placid in this place
Humans meet nature
In the immediacy of a moment
All can live and live well
In a happy unison.

 

At Denison University on College Hill,
A baby Doe works her way up a meandering stair
She admires passer-bye’s who also acknowledge her behavior,
Eloquently, she Exists.

Beauty runs rampant as blossoming friendships
In shops and restaurants begin to bloom
Just springing from the environmental chance of meeting
Downtown.

On Sunday, the grace of the church
Lights the stygian darkness of a stormy morn,
Hope was in the face of all the believers
As they joined hands in a choral resolution of peace.
The bells chimed prosperity in a harmonic fashion to all voices being heard.

Even in the graveyard
There is no death.
The birds sing and happiness rings
Eternally on a place
Where the dead were remembered
(So’s never to forget and be condemned to repeat and exclude the faithful again)
And the living cherished
(For life is for the living).

There is no slave except for of his immediate passions.
There is no freedom outside of another’s arms.
Failure is only in a perception that denies another’s presence and experience.

Successful and viable are all peaceful resolutions.
Many and human are we that miss our friends,
In the Bryn Du mansion or the library we can meet
A glimpse of ourselves perhaps,
Or a ghost of the past lurking around the old center garden of The Buxton.

Thank you for embracing me this weekend Granville, Ohio.
I appreciated the sweetness of your hospitality
(and of your Goumas Homemade Candy, it was delicious).
For the first time in years I felt a sense of Home
Since I left home.

My heart yearns to come back… (“A poor worm of the dust”--Sereno Wright)
As for longing… I emerged from the Egyptian Darkness and came forth… I breath…

So much pre-ambulates the Word!