This week I went to the going home celebration for a beautiful grandmother….
And in that service as I listened to “Go Rest High On That Mountain”….
I thought back to the grace of my own grandmothers words…
I called her MaMaw…..She was a poet…
I have come to realize that at my age I have come to only care about mountain top experiences…. one of the highest was listening to this poem by my grandmother which was read at her going home….. just before I an my cousins carried the simple wood casket she wanted all the way to her final resting place…. across a red sand East Texas Road… to the old Magnolia cemetary…. overlooking a beautiful lake…
These are the words she wrote:
VISIONS OF GOD’S GLORY
The brightness of God’s Glory
No human Eye can See
But we can get a vision of it
in Every Flower and Tree
The pear tree robed in snowy shite
A red bud clothed in pink
A dark green pine with yellow blooms.
All make me of God’s glory think.
The gorgeous colored red bird
Against a sky of lovely blue
Is a vision of God’s glory
And of his love and mercy too.
The lightening shining through the clouds
His wondrous glory shows
The rolling billows of dark clouds
When a storm is growing close.
The rainbow shining after rain
The gleaming snow on mountain peaks
The blackness of the canyons depths
of God’s majestic glory speaks
The Beauty of the sunrise
With it’s rays of precious light
the glory of the sun set
Bringing restful sleep at night.
Yes! The visions of God’s glory
can every where be seen
The springing flower and singing birds
and Earth arrayed in lovely green
The Heavens declare the glory of God
The firmament his works do show.
Night following day, day following night
Helps us His wondrous love to know
How careful all of us should be
To praise his Holy Name
To seek His will each day and hour
His love and mercy to Proclaim
Aunt Nancy Vann
July 14, 1991
Copyright 2010, John J. McGeough