first Easter morning after Mama joined Dad in heaven, I awakened in
the morning with her voice sounding in my ears. It seemed she had been
calling me as she had when I was a child.
clearly I could hear the echo of her voice repeating, “Sister! –
Realizing that this was only a dream, and I had gone to sleep wishing
I could once again hear her call me, I soon went to sleep again.
time I am certain I did dream of her.
I woke, it was to feel her presence so near me that I slipped out of
bed and composed the following lines.
The Night Voice
the quiet of the Easter, in the stillness of the night
voice peaceful, sweet and pleasing
to comfort, cheer, encourage
a load in sorrows plight.
tonight the sweet tomorrow
a brighter, better day;
because a voice came whispering
“Faint not, God will show the way
Live today and let tomorrow
Bring what pleasures that it may
And you’ll find that sorrows burden passes –
Passes on and seems to borrow
Surcease from the day just flown
Snatch the joys and clasp the gladness,”
on this lovely voice,
“And you’ll find that you have grown!
Grown in grace and caught a blessing…
Grown in favor, walking lonely
Though one never, ever, walks alone,”
aftermath, night’s stillness closes in
Closes in…the voice is gone
the silence of the darkness
Echoes faint and fading
a muted bell-like tone,
“Carry on! Begin! I’m with you!
Carry on! Again! Alone!”