Heavenletters

"Mamma tell us about your golden arm, was it just colored gold, or did it itch or anything?"
"Hush!, now, children,_ it's starting to move and I don't want it to miss my mind,_ after all, it's got to have some meaning."
"Oh, come on, tell us more, momma."
"Be quiet, Momma talking!"
"Well, listen real close and I'll try to explain." The "golden part isn't a color, or texture, or metal, it's a divine kind of light, a light, bearing information that helps me see where you're trying to go so you won't fall."
"A golden light!, that's neat, can we see that sort of thing too, on us? Huh? Huh?"
"Come on Kids, it's bed time, in tomorrows "light" you will see what I mean. OK?"
So, we toddled off to bed to wait for tomorrow's light. It comes every day and even at night!" zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (next day)
"Is it true Momma, that the people upstairs have to move or learn to be real quiet?"
"It helps."
"Can we get them invaders to move out?"
"In time, Daddy kicks them out so you can live in peace."
"What's that feel like?"
"Nothing you'd understand yet. But in time you'll know."

Gloria dear, your beautiful words spoke to all of us children. I do so want them to see your "golden arm" and feel its love like I do.. I want us all to move into that place you so beautifully described. But most of us are tiny kid who still believe in ghosts. Stay subtle sweet one.

George home on the range