My Father’s Boots Say Amen, Amen, Amen - Rebecca Evert

[Larry Robinson]

My Father’s Boots Say Amen, Amen, Amen
 
 
Late August, over the horizon the clouds came
Dark, rumbly gray creeping over the tops of the mulberry grove
The air was deathly silent
Mother called to us, hastily, not quietly 
“Down in the cellar now”
Huddling in the dark, dank dirt cave
My young heart cried out silently
“What about Dad”
From the depths we heard the thundering roar of wind, imagined the lightening, listened to the icy downpour
Now silence
Emerging we see the landscape had changed
Between the wind and the hail the stateliness of the cornfield was gone
Alfalfa, purple with readiness flattened
The destruction overwhelmed me
My young heart cried out silently
“What about Dad”
From the vista of our hilltop house 
I waited 
Sitting on the open porch floor
Facing the driveway 
Legs swinging in nervous desperation
Awaiting his arrival 
I heard the sound of his boots approaching
I did not move
Did not look up
Did not say anything
My father stood beside me
In the silence
Surveying the devastation of the fields
He did not say a word
But he didn't need to
Whatever I needed to hear
Whatever questions needed answers
Were conveyed silently
My young heart knew
He was ok
I was ok
Life would go on
The world is a safe place
As he turned and walked away
My young heart was comforted by this sound

My father’s boots saying, amen, amen, amen.

	- Rebecca Evert
 
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