Speaking through his own, Two million spirits cried: A dead and living choir. My heart’s a stone, a stone, Compared with his who died. And what if the flaming car That raptured Tishbe’s seer From Jordan’s settling flood (Elisha standing near) And purified his blood For where God’s Angels are, Caught Aaron in its fire?
This is so heartbreaking and so beautifully written. Thank you, Jackson. Rest in Peace, Aaron.
Just thank you.