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Salvation History

Salvation History tion asalv yhistor Charles A. Swanson He is mindful of his covenant for ever . . . saying, “To you I will give the land of Canaan as your portion for an inheritance.” Psalm 105 : 8 ,11 (rsv) I would stand in the door for an hour and tell you about wildflowers: the secret slope full of cinquefoil, jack-in-the-pulpit, mayapple. How the mayapple’s blossom was like a doily, how striped with green and maroon was the fabric in some of Jack’s pulpits. There the tree trunks were straight, the sunshine was kind, the slope gentle, the woodbed soft with leaves, where it verged on Blackwater swamp. I called it a spot of contemplation. But looking back, I think it was the doorway where I stood in halflight, you moving around the kitchen, that was kind, or you were kind, kind to love my exuberance, kind to listen. Excited, I stood in the doorway. I stand in the doorway now. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Salvation History

Appalachian Review , Volume 38 (4) – Oct 29, 2010

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © 2010 Berea College.
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1940-5081

Abstract

tion asalv yhistor Charles A. Swanson He is mindful of his covenant for ever . . . saying, “To you I will give the land of Canaan as your portion for an inheritance.” Psalm 105 : 8 ,11 (rsv) I would stand in the door for an hour and tell you about wildflowers: the secret slope full of cinquefoil, jack-in-the-pulpit, mayapple. How the mayapple’s blossom was like a doily, how striped with green and maroon was the fabric in some of Jack’s pulpits. There the tree trunks were straight, the sunshine was kind, the slope gentle, the woodbed soft with leaves, where it verged on Blackwater swamp. I called it a spot of contemplation. But looking back, I think it was the doorway where I stood in halflight, you moving around the kitchen, that was kind, or you were kind, kind to love my exuberance, kind to listen. Excited, I stood in the doorway. I stand in the doorway now.

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Oct 29, 2010

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