Virgie's Song

Virgie's Song "Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine". "Oh what a foretaste of glory divine." Her song hunged in the air, like sweet mist on this spring morn. Windows open, stale smell of winter wisps into memory. Workng her way throughout the house in bare feet, sing-songing and humming. Mopping this, dusting that. Singing during her busy work. Old gospel songs from her youth in Mississippi. Tough times, hard times, for most back then. Never enough, but just enough. Her daddy, jack of all trade, made sure of that. It was those songs, hymns of hope, better times to come, that soothed a soul. Made life a little more bearable. She sang those songs from her heart. Believing what her God was promising. Kids play outside, but they can hear her. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound." Wind and song, come together as one. Her songs haven't been heard for awhile. House of my youth long gone. Sitting in my yard, on a spring evening, Sometimes, I hear the sweetness of her voice, the security of her song flowing on a breeze. 6/12/17