Fourth and Walnut
. for public domain
Fourth and Walnut, so fine, so chic,
what a place for God to speak,
or for that matter, Satan too.
Both would like a word or two.
So Merton opened up his soul,
as if standing on a knoll
in his Kentucky, US of A,
offered up his heart that day.
God's Love came pouring like a stream,
drowning Satan's evil scheme,
and Merton went out with the tide,
to choose the better life inside.
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