Friday, October 14, 2022

Hymns from Nowhere

For the last few hours, the old gospel song, "I'm Getting Ready," has been playing in my head.  Walking out of work, the volume rose.  The voices of the old church choir were becoming audible.  I could hear my Mother.

There was no sadness; there was no melancholy.  As I realized many of those voices were now silent, on Earth, goosebumps raised themselves.  I'm fully confident those voices express pain no more.  They're no longer trapped in a mortal shell.

This old sinful soul knows it's not worthy to claim anything beyond this life, if such things exist.  Whatever inspired that almost audible memory is beyond me.  I'm grateful for it, though.