Beulah

Just open the door, with your eyes.

Let your spirit that is watching, see that entrance, and your heart will feel that longing, to grasp the handle, turn it so ever slightly and know you now have made it, back inside.

Hear the voices talking in the kitchen, smell the hot skillet on the stove, the bangs of pots coming down full of water, and listen for the salt to be shaken from its tightly bound paper carton. Catch the fish a second time as it pops and smacks in the hot pan, and see the gravy white or red as it boils gently, with pepper as its gaurdian, and know the fresh made biscuits are only two minutes short of being served.

Hear the laughter. Hear the encouraging sounds of feet scraping the floor. Hear Grandpas TV up high, him watching the evenings weather, see that brindle colored paper as that no filter Kool burns, and the small trace of smoke makes its way to the ceiling.

Listen at their voices, watch as the weather moves across his face, feel the soft feathers of the bed that wish you glory, feel their hugs and see their faces, as you step in, to Beulah Land.

Ralph E Peck

Photography by Terry Wasson

Northern Garfield County, Oklahoma