Karen Ladonne Hall
Toniboz
6-7-1962 - 5-28-2004  

 

 

 

My life goes on in endless song
Above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging,
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?

 

How Can I Keep From Singing
Enya

 

You live on in all of us, Karen.
You will always be the music in our souls.

Your life goes on, in endless song,
How can you keep from singing?

Rest in peace, dear friend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can actually picture her in my head, standing in this place, a kind of greyish place where it's kinda foggy, but there are light beams breaking thru everywhere (like when there are holes in clouds and narrow sunbeams shine thru) and the lights are gentle, but brighter than any light my eyes have seen here on earth, and I see her standing still, looking around, no fear, just wonder, and she looks down and brings her hands up, palms upward, and they're smooth and fine, and lovely, and she stretches her arms out and breaths deeply, no pain, and she looks down at her feet, smiling with excitement....her feet are bare, and she lifts them, one, then the other, and she lifts one high, knee bent, and breathes in sharply........no pain, no pain, and she straightens her leg to place her foot on the ground/floor, and there are tears in her eyes, but she's smiling....no pain....I'm free...
 
In a rush of joy, she raises her arms high above her head and tilts her face upward, the light beams flash softly across her beautiful, so young features, and she laughs and twirls around, once, twice, laughing...no pain.....and she hugs herself, saying softly, crying and laughing at the same time, Oh God,  dear God, I'm free....  
 
A soft rustling sound comes to her and she looks up and around, and the angels are there,  in the foggy place, hazy, but she sees them, and feels them, and one turns and points behind her...she turns and it's Him, in a pure white light, so bright but lovely to the eyes, his features blurry as the light brightens behind him....but she knows he's smiling...she knows who He is, and she is filled with love, pure love, and joy....for this is the day that she knew would come...he turns slightly towards the light behind, and he holds his hand out to her.....and she runs to him and takes both his hands in hers and raises them to kiss them, and whispers  "thank you" and he tilts his head and smiles gently, saying, "time to come home".....and she goes, lightly, freely, almost dancing, hearing beautiful soft music around her......free.

from BAiley, 05-03-04

 

 

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Once more, Karen, for the last time.

And now the music lives in heaven.