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) Copyright John Duffy Image shared under fair usage policy