MT. PLEASANT PSALM

MT. PLEASANT PSALM

(To my mother Florence and for Viola Stock Jarvis)

The heart is the last thing to go –
The body lingers here –
The pulse runs fast – subsides too slow –
Relinquishing what’s dear.

The feet are the first part to change
To alabaster hues –
How beautiful though pale and strange
The life without the shoes.

A place of white and rays of light –
Her new address is Star –
The Milky Way moves forward to
Accompany her Car.

Her chariot of fire leaves
A comet in the wake –
And each good work she did for us,
A comma for her sake.

(revised 16 February 2011, Provo, Utah)