I thought it might be interesting to, every now and then, dig through the archives of my blogs gone by and post some blasts from the past. In this instance blast from the past is quite literal…and quite heartbreaking. From November 26, 2007:
No Explanation
I offer no explanation, only tears.
Arlington, Va. Capt. Nevins and officers in front of headquarters, Fort Whipple; mourning crepe drawn over doors and windows.
“Idumea”
And am I born to die?
And lay this body down?
And as my trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deeper shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
Waked by the trumpet’s sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies“Wayfaring Stranger”
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I goI’m going home
To see my mother
I’m going home
No more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over homeI know dark clouds will hover ’round me,
I know my path is rough and steep
Golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I’m going home to see my father
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over homeI’ll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sun
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
Come back home with God
I’m going home to see my savior
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home