The Night My Heart Stopped
Music: Chaconne from the
Suite in E Flat
By Gustav Holst. Sequenced by George
Pollen.
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The night my heart stopped I was sleeping with my
wife In a tent at the edge of a wood.
The Earth spun and
spun. Silent, in a cold
sweat, I felt myself going under.
I crawled out of the
tent, Careful not to wake my
wife, And onto a chaise lounge.
Under the spinning
stars My heart started and
stopped, Started and stopped, started . . .
I lay where a path
emerged From the wood, and along the
path Came a large raccoon.
He walked over to
me And raised himself
up Not four feet from my eyes.
We stared at each
other With focused
understanding, Words without words,
Eyes beyond
eyes, A giving and a
taking That stilled my raucous heart.
Satisfied, he
lowered Himself to the
ground And turned toward the wood.
"Thank you, brother," I said, |
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