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I heard a Rider Gallopping
Contributed by
Elizabeth_Dandy
on
Saturday, 29th September 2012 @ 12:32:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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His hands were strong - they wore a golden band
With pride - I loved to look at his right hand!
It shielded me from injury and harm,
His smile was full of playfulness and charm.
Oh vigorous and so industrious hands,
That wrought sheer miracles with odds and ends
And wielded tools and implements with skill,
Ingenious, creative, deft, - until-
Grave illness struck my darling to the core
And gone were all the happy days of yore,
Of kicking pedals tandem on a bike
And walking on the beach, or take a hike,
The strong tanned hands now looked so white and pale,
diaphanous, transparent, thin and frail,
Don't touch sheer hands so etherialized,
'Noli me tangere' had said the Christ
To Magdalen who clutched with eagerness
At hands familiar, but so diaphanous.
But I did strain with all my might to hear
The utterances of my cavalier,
To take in every gesture, every word,-
He spoke with shortened breath now, but I heard:
I heard a Rider gallopping a-field.
In furious gallop and I shuddered, chilled.
My heart skipped beats with anguish, dread and fear
The Rider stopped his course and now drew near;
He had a sharpened scythe and it was clear
He targeted my knight. my cavalier,
And stood between the sick bed and my seat
And now began to graze my Stephen's feet.
I interjected myself - Stop! be gone!
Away dark Rider, leave my Love alone!
The only true love that I ever had,
Do not come near,- do not approach his bed!
I pleaded desperately, begged and cried,
Apocalyptic Rider! - spare my knight
Have merci! pity! - for I need him so!
But he retorted: 'It is time - let go'!
Let go! let go!, Ah! letting go is sweet!
Give up! submit! to what's on high decreed.!
Oh ethereal strange translucency
Of my love's face and hands, it seemed that he
Was seeking, groping, tapping long the sheet
With his frail hands a stronger hand to meet
than mine whose fingers slipped so helplessly
Twixt tears and moans beads of the rosary.
The Rider swung the scythe and dealt the blow-
And peace supreme shone from my true love's brow;
A groan, a prayer as I held him tight,
In vain, my Love had gone into the Light.
In memory of my beloved husband Stephen Dandy +on a most beautiful September 30th.
MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR
His name is Stephen, the most caring, faithful, brave and loyal husband.
(copyright) Elizabeth Dandy
Copyright ©
Elizabeth_Dandy
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2012-09-29 12:32:28]
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Re: I heard a Rider Gallopping
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by emystar on
Sunday, 30th September 2012 @ 01:42:44 AM AEST
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My dear friend,
This is even more touching than the first time I read it.
This was and still is a masterpiece.
Luv, huggs, blessings
emy
A person can tell it comes from the heart to deep into your soul.
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Re: I heard a Rider Gallopping
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 2nd October 2012 @ 08:48:27 AM AEST
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Touching and beautiful write. You wrote on a hard subject with such beauty. I am so sorry for your loss. Hugs
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Re: I heard a Rider Gallopping
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by NightMareShoGun on
Tuesday, 26th March 2013 @ 12:24:55 PM AEST
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| i really like this nicely done |
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