Miz Claudie Walker

A choir of earthly Black angels – with voices fit for Heaven – sang Amazing Grace as ancient Miz Claudie Walker had never heard it sung before. She had not known that it was Lillian’s favorite hymn, or that she’d soothed Miz Claudie’s own son with its words of sweet salvation as he lay dying – consumed by fever. What Miz Claudie Walker did know was how well Lillian scrubbed and polished her lonely castle. The one she insisted Lillian always enter through the back. Miz Claudie did know that Lillian cooked meals fit for any queen, but never once invited her to sit down at the banquet table. And Miz Claudie was well aware that Lillian often knelt on tired knees, to dry her children’s tears, when Miz Claudie herself did not have the time. “Go home now, Sister Lillian – and take your sweet, sweet rest,” Reverend Tucker said, “We loved you oh so dearly, but our Jesus loved you best.” A choir of earthly Black angels – with voices fit for Heaven – sang Amazing Grace, as ancient Miz Claudie Walker touched Lillian’s still hand.