ann kiemel

"swing-low, sweet chariot.

coming for to carry you Home.

swing low,  sweet chariot....

coming for to carry you Home..."

 

as a little girl, i loved someone coming behind me

and pushing my swing up.  over and over.  higher and

higher.  the warm air. my pony-tail flying back and forth.

i felt more powerful.  could look down and see the sand.

or look up and feel the beeze and see the big, huge sky.

 

swing low.

drop to your knees

and put the side of your face

to the ground.  feel the fresh, cool earth

and listen.  listen for the sound of joy rising

up as tree-roots spread everywhere, and the

grass blades shoot higher, and the geraniums

who have learned to live through almost anything.

 

that is why i LOVE geraniums.

you can water them, or forget to.

rains can come and drown them, but

just as sure as the sun will come out again,

so will geraniums peek up from their muddy,

damp houses and sing again. 

 

i want to be like geraniums.

let the winds and hail and rain come.

let the world throw you a curve that makes

you  bend and fall to your knees and wonder

if you will ever rise again to laugh and sing and

grab another's hand.  and believe...

 

against all odds.

to breathe the clean air and

the rich, rich love of Jesus, and know

that, ALWAYS, His arm is NEVER too short.

nor His love.. nor His forgiveness.  He is

the Rock. and....

 

i can hear the chariots coming over and over

to pick up those who have been faithful. and carry

them Home.  maybe haven't been very perfect. maybe

messed up alot...like the prodigal son...but  the chariots

still come.  with the choirs singing very soft and low...

and carrying us through the Gates.  into the massive,

strong love of God.  can you hear the music?

 

listen.  please

be quiet enough to feel the miracles

of new people arriving at Heaven's door

again and again and again.  and know that,

some day, the chariots will be carrying us up.

and we will be in the lap of God forever and ever and

ever.

 

i love you all.   ann