The Sounds Of August

On August 16, 1977,
we heard some things we had never heard before....
The sound of a tear as it rolled down our cheeks,
falling gently to the floor.
The sound of eyelids closing in disbelief,
And pulses rushing, seeking relief.
We heard the earth stop: its rotation ceased;
The shock, felt to its core, could not be released.
We heard hands clasp in anger at the injustice of it all...
We heard our youth silently slip away as night began to fall.
We heard the sound of the future crashing around us;
it had no place to go,
And we heard the sound of the heat as it crept in to wet our brow
and forbid the coming snow.
The sound of hearts breaking was that of a worldwide thunderstorm,
As we also heard the voice, that spoke, saying the news had been confirmed.
We heard our souls as they cried out:
"Please, God, don't let it be true".
We heard our hurt as we clung to each other,
you to me and me to you.
We heard the leaves from the Graceland Trees
as they settled softly to the ground..
And listened as the wind whispered,
"He is no longer earthbound,
but, free as I, a prisoner no more;
as he walks in the golden light on God's celestial shore".
For we have heard the sound of Death as it crashed through the mansion walls
Waiting and shouting for the world to know he had come
for the greatest of us all.
We heard the dark cloud as it slid through the morning mist
As if, arrogantly, saying; "How dare you deny I exist".
All these things we heard: in memory hearing still
Reminding us our dreams of forever can never be fulfilled.
But, we also hear the silenced voice, so precious, so sweet, so dear;
For the sounds of Elvis Presley, now as before, will forever be near.

His death did give eternal life to a day,
August 16, 1977.

By: Joan Buchanan West©




 His Soul Is Free

From a two-room shanty to a mansion with 23 rooms
His life took us to the heights of bliss;
His death to the depths of gloom.
His beauty surpassed all the eyes could see,
Whether in bejeweled jumpsuits or a pair of dungarees.
H was a temple of humility and goodness,
And at no time in his life was he ever less.
Now we pray for strength for ourselves,
for he has crossed the sea.
And thank God, his soul is finally free.

By: Joan Buchanan West

My Heartfelt Thanks to Joan
for so graciously sharing her beautiful-beautiful 'Elvis' poems !!!
Please drop her a note in appreciation of her awesome talent
and her love of Elvis.

Joan's surgery is scheduled for today the 15th
with extensive radiation treatments to follow.
I humbly ask that you remember her in your prayers.
Please add her to your prayer list and
drop her a note with your encouragement
and best wishes!
God bless each of you!
My love,





~Made with Love!~  


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