The last letter by James Ottawa
The last letter by James Ottawa
Journal Entry
4005
December
28th
1986
In this crazy long night
Like all the many others
Before I lost my beloved child's mother
In 75'
Whenever God shines his white light
Through the Moon
To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi
I hear him
Whispering this to me
Have I told you lately
My poor child
While you're still alive
Soon you'll bring it all home to me
All those wild nights
And precious times
When you were set free
With someone like you
So on sad days like this
After your love
Your precious Domino fell
See my light
Look to the moon
And yell
Hallelujah
Lord, hear my name
Into the falling rain
And always remember
I hear all those who cry out in pain
And still see all those days you all were born to be free
For all love never dies but always remains
So don't cry
But lift up your hearts
For by me
Stands your all your Dominos
Waiting for you
To once more be set free
But this time
To see
What the living can't see
With yours whispering
Tell him
My husband
His child's
Mama knows
He's gotta know
This place in Heaven
Is the ultimate picture show
So be patient my son
Your race will soon be run
And that white light you see
Shining through the moon
When your time comes
The moon opens up like a doorway
A portal
And when your astral cord is broken
You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it
And when your feet touches that floor
When that door closes
All will be made whole
Once more
Then the words been spoken
Fades
It's the same usually every few days but today
Today
I'm sure that moon looks to be ope
(C)
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