No Good Tomorrows

The lost of life in a violent way is always tragic. When the lost of life is one of the "good ones" then hopelessness and sorrow seems all the deeper. It appears the older I get, the closer I come to knowing the regret of an unicorn. Legend says an unicorn can only know regret once it has loved and lost that love. With death comes sorrow. The death of a Queen brings greater sorrow when for her there are no good tomorrows.

When God sends people like the Queen of Sunday to live here on earth their very existence is special. Their life is purposeful in bringing about a positive change. "Lord's lost Him His mockingbird, His fancy warbler, Satan sweet-talked her, Four bullets hushed her." (Ll. 1-4)

Why such violence? One bullet in heart was enough to kill the Queen but four bullets were shot to suffice the evil deed. The evil hatred of the killer(s) to silence the Queen. "Oh who and oh who will sing Jesus down to help with struggling and doing without and being colored all through blue Monday? Till way next Sunday?" (Ll. 10-13) A vast emptiness is left by the Queen. She fulfilled a role that no one else could. The good dear sister, yes she was a Queen in the church.

Yes ,"all those angels are surely weeping." (l. 18) They were weeping because of what the Queen had done. Perhaps it was more than bullets that caused her to fall from the throne. The great singer had sinned and "The gold works wrecked." (l. 21) "But she looks so natural in her big bronze coffin among the Broken Hearts and Gates-Ajar, it's as if any moment she'd lift her head" (Ll.22-24) Some sins are masked that only the angels and God knows. While we are alive repentance remains available. The lifting of her head might refer to the sinner's ability to lift one's eyes to God for forgiveness. The great mourning of the Queen is that perhaps she died in sin and thus for her there are no good tomorrows.