Ron Whitehead

Searching For Abraham Lincoln

by Ron Whitehead


                                   visited Springfield
                                   flew to Louisville
                                   drove Bardstown Road to
                                             St. Catharine College
                                   then on to The Starving Artist Café

              Welcome to Springfield, Kentucky

                   wandered streets   Main street   side streets
                                              lost                for hours
                                                small suitcase weighed down with
                                 heavy words
                                          The Emancipation Proclamation
                                          The Gettysburg Address
                             Abraham Lincoln’s words his works his life
                                            biography of his boyhood
                               he was spiritual intuitive psychic

“That on the 1st day of January, A.D. 1863, all persons held as slaves…
          shall be then, thenceforward, and forever free…”

                                   and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln
                     on Bardstown Road    Beech Fork    Lincoln Homestead

“Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this
    continent a new nation: conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the
    proposition that all men are created equal.”

Welcome to Springfield, Kentucky         Abraham Lincoln country

                       I walked Kentucky       into the wind
                           dark and bloody ground
                           jewel in the lotus
                           omphalos
                           heart of the world
                           holy triangle
                           sacred
          Abbey of Gethsemani    St. Catharine’s    St. Joseph’s
                           Trappist monks      Dominican nuns
                       coal mined    bituminous gold    nearly gone
      smokestacks    power plants    largest shovel in the world
                      profane
             Native Americans    pioneers    farmers    coal miners
                             strong women
                poets    writers    musicians

                   in Kentucky music is mountainous

  and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln
       the greatest President of them all
           he saved us from ourselves

       and here I am in Springfield
             heart of Kentucky
             Lincoln country

                  who will save us now

   and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln
        maybe Edgar Cayce can help
             modern day prophet
                  one of the great psychics of all time
                       and from Hopkinsville, Kentucky

maybe Muhammad Ali    “The Greatest”   from Louisville
               maybe Muhammad Ali can point the way
                  with his International Peace Center

                           “float like a butterfly
                                sting like a bee”

                                 oh Muhammad oh Muhammad
                                    will you please help me cause
                    
                    I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln

                     and the rivers and creeks of Kentucky
   Ohio, Kentucky, Mississippi, Barren, Big Sandy,
                 Rough, Elkhorn, Green
                      spray us with tears
                        of Mexican immigrants
               who for forty days and forty nights have stood
                     in the fields outside America’s door
                     knocking    denied entry   denied
                     Churchill Downs    The Derby    singing
                     “My Old Kentucky Home”    knocking
                     on our doors    pleading    “let us come in”
                   “let us live in your beautiful Kentucky Home”

             and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln

walking up hills    mountains    The Knobs    The Appalachians
                          Natural Bridge
                                                  bowing to gravity
                          leaning backward with my long hair sweeping the path
                          as I descend the wind and the descent flatten me
                     and now my muscles are green and yellow and red pain
                                sustaining my search
                                drink red wine and strong coffee
                                        at The Starving Artist Café

                        and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln

                   I want love to have its way
                   I want us to stand united    not divided
     One world One people    together    in peace and harmony

                            and searching for Abraham Lincoln
                                 I crawl through Kentucky
               so many diamonds I find    birthed from the deep dark mines
Iroquois Cherokee Shawnee Tribes    Daniel Boone    Henry Clay
                                                  Abraham Lincoln
   Elizabeth Madox Roberts    James Still    Bill Monroe
      Loretta Lynn    Muhammad Ali    Hunter S. Thompson
                            Johnny Depp    Harry Dean Stanton    Ned Beatty
                 Adolf Rupp    Rick Pitino    Lionel Hampton    Wendell Berry
    John Jacob Niles    Pee Wee Reese    The Everly Brothers
      Merle Travis    Rosemary Clooney    Edgar Cayce
          Robert Penn Warren    Thomas Merton
                                    the global literary renaissance    Published in Heaven
     Appalshop    Bluegrass    Bourbon    Beautiful Women
         in Kentucky    the moon shines    comets are loud
       My Old Kentucky Home    Churchill Downs    Louisville Slugger
          Kentucky Fried Chicken    Wildcats    Cardinals
   The Great Outhouse Blowout    Penn’s Store    Gravel Switch

                                and as I search for Abraham Lincoln
                                  I sit in The Starving Artist Café
                                     on a rainy October day
                                       drinking red wine

                                         why do men still drink wine
                                         and women still water

                            beautiful paintings cover the walls
                            and yes when I give readings round the world
                            I hear 3rd world voices monks and nuns
                                      Ernesto Cardenal    Nicanor Parra
                                      Daniel Berrigan    Thomas Merton
                                                       Mother Teresa
                                                                               The Dalai Lama
                     pierce the world’s terrors chanting singing praying
                                                                                                      for love
                                                                                                      for peace

                           and I’m searching for Abraham Lincoln
                             “the one who’ll shake the ones unshaken
                                 the fearless one”

                        and searching for Abraham Lincoln
                           in the St. Catharine College Library
         I look in Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s    yes San Francisco Ferlinghetti
who stood
                      at Merton’s grave with me
              I look in Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind and
                                                     Pictures of the Gone World
                         and I read
                  
                  “Christ climbed down
                    from His bare tree
                    this year
                    and softly stole away into
                    some anonymous Mary’s womb again
            where in the darkest night
                    of everybody’s anonymous soul
                    He awaits again
                    an unimaginable
                    and impossibly
                    Immaculate Reconception
                    the very craziest
                    of Second Comings.”

                           and I’m standing in The Starving Artist Café
                             on Main street in Springfield, Kentucky
                                                           the heart of Kentucky
                                                            the heart of the world
                                  on this rainy October Tuesday
                                  and the wind and the rain whisper
                            welcome    welcome    welcome
                                                            to Springfield

             and I’m searching    searching    searching for Abe    Honest Abe
                                               searching for Abraham Lincoln
                               in Springfield
                                                  welcome to Springfield, Kentucky USA	


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