. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The last letter by James Ottawa

Thursday, December 19, 2024

The last letter by James Ottawa


The last letter by James Ottawa


Journal Entry

4005


December 

28th

1986


In this crazy long night

Like all the many others


Before I lost my beloved child's mother

In 75'


Whenever God shines his white light

Through the Moon


To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi


I hear him 

Whispering this to me


Have I told you lately

My poor child

While you're still alive


Soon you'll bring it all home to me


All those wild nights

And precious times


When you were set free

With someone like you


So on sad days like this

After your love

Your precious Domino fell


See my light

Look to the moon


And yell 


Hallelujah

Lord, hear my name


Into the falling rain 

And always remember 


I hear all those who cry out in pain


And still see all those days you all were born to be free


For all love never dies but always remains 


So don't cry

But lift up your hearts


For by me

Stands your all your Dominos


Waiting for you


To once more be set free

But this time


To see

What the living can't see


With yours whispering

Tell him 


My husband 


His child's

Mama knows

He's gotta know


This place in Heaven

Is the ultimate picture show


So be patient my son

Your race will soon be run


And that white light you see 

Shining through the moon


When your time comes

The moon opens up like a doorway


A portal 


And when your astral cord is broken 


You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it


And when your feet touches that floor


When that door closes

All will be made whole

Once more 


Then the words been spoken 


Fades


It's the same usually every few days but today


Today 

I'm sure that moon looks to be ope


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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