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I Heard a Rider Gallopping
Contributed by
Elizabeth_Dandy
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Monday, 27th September 2004 @ 04:53:04 AM in AEST
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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.
O 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,
Dont 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 galloping 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 Stephens 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 whats on high decreed.!
O ethereal strange translucency
Of my loves 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 loves brow;
A groan, a prayer as I held him tight
In vain, my Love had gone into the Light
Elizabeth Dandy
In memory of my beloved husband Stephen Dandy
Copyright ©
Elizabeth_Dandy
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2004-09-27 04:53:04]
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Re: I Heard a Rider Gallopping
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by inoc on
Monday, 27th September 2004 @ 05:14:57 AM AEST
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I'm so sorry about your hubby
is that him in the picture.?..if so a very handsome man ...
an awsome poem .....
you need more than 5 stars*****
I'll click twice *wondering if I can do that?*
I'll try anyway
What a talented poet you are
thanks for sharing ...him...
take care now
cheers!~ |
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Re: I Heard a Rider Gallopping
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 27th September 2004 @ 06:26:29 AM AEST
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I am sorry for your loss. I feel he would appreciate this dedication, as dark and as grievous as it is . . .
Keep writing. |
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Re: I Heard a Rider Gallopping
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by Kindredblood_dragon on
Monday, 27th September 2004 @ 08:11:33 AM AEST
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A beautiful tribute written by a powerful love, I am sure he will see the wrods and feel the ballard to which you sing.....
Awesome poem, glad you shared. |
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Re: I Heard a Rider Gallopping
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by lovingcritters on
Thursday, 30th September 2004 @ 08:53:19 PM AEST
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Oh Dear ED, how tragic, and how bra ve at the same time. If only we could have control over death? You and I would no longer be alone.......slipping.......slipping...a little at a time..........feeling so helpless, so defensiveless.........have to accept the obvious! My heart aches for you dear friend. It can only be from one that remembers the moment when you know all is gone!
May he wrap you in His love Arms and embrace you until you barely breath.....and I took send my deepest sympathy to you!
Warm love
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