His hands were strong - they wore a golden band
With pride - I loved to look at his right hand!
It shielded me from injury and harm,
His smile was full of playfulness and charm.
O vigorous and so industrious hands,
That wrought sheer miracles with odds and ends
And wielded tools and implements with skill,-
Ingenious, creative, deft, - until-
Grave illness struck my darling to the core
And gone were all the happy days of yore,
Of kicking pedals tandem on a bike
And walking on the beach, or take a hike,

The strong tanned hands now looked so white and pale,
diaphanous, transparent, thin and frail,
Don’t touch sheer hands so etherialized,
“Noli me tangere” had said the Christ
To Magdalen who clutched with eagerness
At hands familiar, but so diaphanous.
But I did strain with all my might to hear
The utterances of my cavalier
To take in every gesture, every word,-
He spoke with shortened breath now, but I heard:



I heard a Rider galloping a-field
In furious gallop and I shuddered, chilled.
My heart skipped beats with anguish, dread and fear,
The rider stopped his course and now drew near
He had a sharpened scythe and it was clear
He targeted my knight. my cavalier,
And stood between the sick bed and my seat
And now began to graze my Stephen’s feet.

I interjected myself - “Stop! be gone!
Away dark rider, leave my Love alone!
The only true love that I ever had,
Do not come near,- do not approach his bed!”
I pleaded desperately, begged and cried,
Apocalyptic Rider! - spare my knight
Have merci! pity! - for I need him so!
But he retorted: “It is time - let go!”
“Let go! let go!, - Ah letting go is sweet!
Give up! submit! to what‘s on high decreed.!”

O ethereal strange translucency
Of my love’s face and hands, it seemed that he
Was seeking, groping, tapping ’long the sheet
With his frail hands a stronger hand to meet
than mine whose fingers slipped so helplessly
T’wixt tears and moans beads of the rosary.

The rider swung the scythe and dealt the blow,
and peace supreme shone from my true love’s brow;
A groan, a prayer as I held him tight
In vain, my Love had gone into the Light.



In memory of my husband Stephen Dandy +On a most beautiful September 30th

MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR
His name is Stephen, the most caring, faithful, brave and loyal husband. May he rest in the arms of our loving Father in heaven!.

© Elizabeth Dandy

I Heard a Rider Galloping Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 06:28:56 PM in AEST Topic: Grief With love to my dear husband Stephen on the day he passed - into heaven. His hands were strong - they wore a golden band With pride - I loved to look at his right hand! It shielded me from injury and harm, His smile was full of playfulness and charm. O vigorous and so industrious hands, That wrought sheer miracles with odds and ends And wielded tools and implements with skill,- Ingenious, creative, deft, - until- Grave illness struck my darling to the core And gone were all the happy days of yore, Of kicking pedals tandem on a bike And walking on the beach, or take a hike, The strong tanned hands now looked so white and pale, diaphanous, transparent, thin and frail, Don’t touch sheer hands so etherialized, “Noli me tangere” had said the Christ To Magdalen who clutched with eagerness At hands familiar, but so diaphanous. But I did strain with all my might to hear The utterances of my cavalier To take in every gesture, every word,- He spoke with shortened breath now, but I heard: I heard a Rider galloping a-field In furious gallop and I shuddered, chilled. My heart skipped beats with anguish, dread and fear, The rider stopped his course and now drew near He had a sharpened scythe and it was clear He targeted my knight. my cavalier, And stood between the sick bed and my seat And now began to graze my Stephen’s feet. I interjected myself - “Stop! be gone! Away dark rider, leave my Love alone! The only true love that I ever had, Do not come near,- do not approach his bed!” I pleaded desperately, begged and cried, Apocalyptic Rider! - spare my knight Have merci! pity! - for I need him so! But he retorted: “It is time - let go!” “Let go! let go!, - Ah letting go is sweet! Give up! submit! to what‘s on high decreed.!” O ethereal strange translucency Of my love’s face and hands, it seemed that he Was seeking, groping, tapping ’long the sheet With his frail hands a stronger hand to meet than mine whose fingers slipped so helplessly T’wixt tears and moans beads of the rosary. The rider swung the scythe and dealt the blow, and peace supreme shone from my true love’s brow; A groan, a prayer as I held him tight In vain, my Love had gone into the Light. In memory of my husband Stephen Dandy +On a most beautiful September 30th MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR His name is Stephen, the most caring, faithful, brave and loyal husband. May he rest in the arms of our loving Father in heaven!. © Elizabeth Dandy Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2005-09-29 18:28:56] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem