Swing Low - Sweet Chariot
Sweet chariot
Speaks the spiritual -
"White horses a'coming
as written - "fore to carry me home"
Sat on his bedside and sang to him
as he had taught me as a little snuggled-girl
when he did the carrying - sang through that
night until distant hoofbeats brought day - the surreal tip
of an angel wing washing white-light brilliant and blinding
I blinked. Sudden silence spilled - but for a faint wispy whir -
wings, hooves pawing clouds, and that chariot - stirring a soft
shimmering breeze as he lay - already left - a smile on his pillow
Lovely. I couldn't help but catch myself singing. :)
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