God's Chariot

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    God's Chariot

    An old woman stepped aboard
    God's Chariot and flew
    beyond those distant stars.
    So few left behind
    grieved her lonely passing.
    Only a single tear slipped down
    an impassive face as she gazed
    upon the silent body laid on white satin.
    But an army of angels
    wept in great joy
    a weary, battle-scarred traveler had
    reached the gates of Heaven,
    and a great multitude swung them wide
    and welcomed her home.

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    lonewolf commented on God's Chariot

    01-20-2009

    very nice. i loved the thought.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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