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
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