Friday, February 17, 2012


Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree


Open your arms, dear Lord,
on this sacred day,
for your battered young angel
is well on her way.
She carried out your mission,
and now that she's done,
she's on her way home,
for the rest that she's won.
Celebrated, honored,
then criticized at times, 
as she carried out your mission
to open our eyes.
Born to suffer,
this great lady of song,
to deliver your message
of how life can go wrong.
"I’m every woman -
it’s all in me,"
A message to victims,
too challenged to see.
Like nothing we’d ever seen before,
She made her departure
for Heaven’s door.
With the rich and the famous
all gathered around,
her chariot arrived,
and she was homeward bound.
Dressed like a princess,
all in white;
Her beauty aglow
on this sacred night.
Young and vibrant,
All sickness now gone;
No more
Suffering or pain,
As she rose to move on.
Her chariot was swift,
with six
beautiful white horses,
the thunder roared
as her chariot departed.
With one final glance
at the ones that she loved,
she was whisked
through the clouds
to her new home above.
We’ll miss
her warm smile,
in our own selfish way,
but you’re sweet baby girl
will be back home today.
Thank you, Whitney

And We'll Always Love You

Eric L. Wattree

Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.

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