On my way to
Gather love
I met
The Holy Holies
In a Nebraska cornfield.
Detour to purge
Devil’s ghosts
Found me broken,
In a Nebraska cornfield.
Ancestors danced circles
‘Round me
In a Nebraska cornfield.
Greatest, greatest grandparents
Led me to
Greatest, greatest grandchildren,
playing
In a Nebraska cornfield.
“They survived The Tribulations,”
The ancestors told me, as if to say,
“So, too, you shall survive.”
We gathered there,
Danced, sang and prayed,
Yes, we did, right there!
In a Nebraska cornfield.
They blessed me
With golden tassels,
Leaves of green and fertile soil,
For me to abandon
Those devil’s ghosts
In a Nebraska cornfield.