The song
Late that night I was walking home, praying he’d take this life from me,
Just then the moonlight glinted off a gilded button, laying there on the road ahead
I picked it up, cleaned it off, and turned it over in my hand
It would need repair but I just so happened to be missing one of those!
light glinted off its dimming beauty, and I smiled. I fastened it to my jacket
And buttoned up,
And a warm, soft comfort began flowing all over me
Then there before me, I saw a shimmering of the air
There was a force no stronger than intrigue that seemed to pull me out of this world, and into that next.
And standing there On the other side was a man
He wore the beautiful black coat of a Captain of the Cavalry
white pants
knee high black leather riding boots,
cuffed gloves
and a long cutlass in a gilded scabbard.
He stood tall
His long hair like white gold
flowed from his head,
tucked under his fedora.
in his left ear was a single black pearl with the gilded post.
He had a simple, full mustache
And a clear complexion.
He seemed unaware of me.
Suddenly (without a word!)
… he drew his sword and plunged it deeply into my chest!
I can’t remember seeing it coming!
I vainly tried to grasp it,
as it sliced through my hands!
My grip was useless against its
double edged,
hardened steel!
Pierced through – I fell to the floor,
I swooned as he reached down into me, plunging in his hand where the sword had cut, and just as swiftly he pulled out a fibrous many legged tangled throbbing thing of a thing!
He flung it away into the high grass that was dancing in the wind!
New life flowed into me!
the blood that had flowed from me turned to water
then to fire
then to wind!
A swirling whirling, roaring, sweet, quiet whisper roared deep inside of me.
Everything went black
And I was standing once again where I’d been.
Gazing now, up into the sky, I thought saw him,
but there was now only the black sky of shimmering stars.
I whispered from my heart,
“I don’t want to be here !
I don’t belong here !
I belong with you!”
and he whispered back.
“yes, this is indeed your home now, with me!
But you are well prepared!
you are ready!
I will be with you always, and one day I’ll call home.
Will you stay until I come for you?”
I felt a longing to be there. Where I had never yet been, but also there was within me a sweet peace about being right where was
This is where I am.
Peace that feels like belonging, and contentment.
Just then I noticed
My clothing, now!
I had on that same long flowing coat !
Buttoned up those very same buttons!
none of them had a single blemish!
they all glistened; gleaming gold,
In my heart I could hear myself saying, “Thank You“
I felt joyful
washing tears were flowing from my eyes
words like a prayer flowing from my heart.
And now I tarry here…
Running Down Vimy 