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( Invitation/Celebration/Relocation/Invocation )
The moon is full and bright, though the dark is nearly light,
Things I thought were wrong---unexpectedly seem right.
I'll go down to the River---the one where I was born,
I'll sing my praises to the Lord, and then to Him, I'll mourn.
I'll listen to the whippoorwill, and ponder ages past---
I'll understand the reason time has slipped so fast.
Down at the rolling River, that's where I want to be,
Maybe floating in the water, or swinging in a tree.
It is almost over here, there's naught for me to do---
Nothing left to say, so I am finally through.
I wonder where my friends are---wherever can they be?
I'm sure I had a few, but I can't seem to see.
I'm tired of earthly matters, I'm ready for some fun,
Baptize myself in water, rise up and meet The Son.
So if you think I'm missing, and you really want to know,
I'll be at the river performing my last show;
Here's your invitation only given to a few,
But you need not answer, no, not one of you.
Come down to the River and watch my spirit glow,
I'll recite a line or two, and from this place I'll go.
Oh please don't be ridiculous, I'm not talkin' suicide,
I'm takin' my Pretty Pegasus on a long and distant ride. . . .
Cathy Leming
Email lefty44@swbell.net
Cathy's Homepage ~http://members.tripod.com/~Zimmied/index-3.htmlzimmied
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