There’s a chariot…of fire
With wings that expand the breadth of sky as far as the eye can see
And it’s so intense that I…
Feel my knees will be weak as if the earth will shake beneath my feet
And the flames…of glory
Will descend in a downpour to cleanse and purify the heart and mind
While souls loom over
Grateful but with tears and lamentations asking for a little more time
It’s been a long road
One of many heartaches and pains and triumphs and trials to say the least
But at the top of the mountain
She may be tired, but her beautiful face reflects perfect balance and peace
She sits there…still stoic
With a deafening silence that echoes a century of life lived and loved
The last of a generation
Heroic, patiently waiting for that chariot of fire to descend from above
