My current book project has as its title
HeavenVision: Glimpses into Glory,
and I didn’t want to dilute that title’s effectiveness by using it for a
preceding essay. Thus, I struggled to find another title for this
article, which pertains to relatively the same topics as I have outlined
for the book. Being an old advertising guy, words for use as
catchphrases have always come relatively easily to me. Not so with this
article’s title. The title just couldn’t be improved upon in my trained
ear for “catchphrase-ology.” While the article reflects the same theme
as the upcoming book, it is much more precisely directed to a particular
aspect of the book’s treatment.
This essay, I find, is the most difficult to
undertake of the hundreds I have written. Yet, I feel it is perhaps the
most important. That is because it involves an area of the Christian
faith that I have long deliberately avoided approaching, yet am now
certain I’m directed to address. My theological bent has always been in
direction other than ecstatic experience of any sort. Such accounts are
fraught with emotional hyperbole more often than not wielded as emotion
that is a substitute for true spirituality found within God’s Word. As I
say, I have always avoided use of such emotionalism.
My report of my heart stopping, and some things
subsequent to that experience on April 22, 2011, was posted on
raptureready.com Monday, May 1, 2011. It was my intention to keep it at
that, so far as writing anything further about those matters for our
website. My reluctance to go beyond my usual reservations about dealing
with personal accounts of supernaturalism in any form, however, has been
overridden by, I’m convinced, the Holy Spirit’s directing me to tell,
in-depth, the meanings wrapped up in my heart stopping on those three
Here, I must pause to apologize to Angie, my
patient, much-beloved editor of many years. She has to be growing
extremely weary of having to read my thoughts on this experience yet
another time. But, it is something that grows within my spirit, rather
than diminishes, and I have to continue to share the message I believe
I’ve been charged with disseminating.
Things I saw and sensed that day have over the past
months pulsed to life within my mind. Realizations that I neither sought
nor expected have struck at times my thoughts were turned in directions
totally different than remembrances of clinically dying. The Holy Spirit
spoke to me in that small, still, voice as at no other time I can
I was allowed to go through the valley of the
shadow of death for specific reasons, I’ve been shown. The reasons
involve Bible prophecy. Precisely stated, the visions—and I don’t
know what else to call them—relate to the days in which this generation
now goes about daily life.
You can’t know how strange it is to hear myself
writing these things. (I hear myself writing, because I’ve been
blind since 1993 due to a retinal disease, as some people who visit the
Rapture Ready site perhaps know.) I work with a computer program, the
acronym of which is JAWS (Jobs Accessible Word System). It is a
synthesized voice program that audibly plays back every typed letter,
word, sentence, paragraph, document, etc.
So the “strangeness” I’m referring to is that
wrapped up in my reservations about delving into matters I have always
considered the supernatural, experiential fringe, which presents a
mighty struggle for me. Thoughts of the ecstatic sort are foreign to my
stodgy, Baptist-type cogitation. But I know what I saw, what I
experienced. I know what I’ve been told to share about what I’ve termed
this, my HeavenVision.
I gladly give permission for Saline Memorial
Hospital, where I was
taken in the emergency, to release details of my clinically dying three
times that day. I begin with once again recounting exactly what happened
that Good Friday, April 22, 2011.
When I could no longer work as public relations
director for corporations, as I had done for most of twenty-five years,
because the retinal disease had progressed to the point I could no
longer move about in the corporate world as required, I established a
home office and did freelance writing for business and political
clients. At the same time, I began a regular physical workout routine.
The year was 1979.
Only on very rare occasions have I missed doing
three or four workouts per week since that time. So it was on Good
Friday of 2011 that I completed my exercise routine of about one and a
half hours in duration. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon. I had just
completed the cool-down phase by using the recumbent bike. Almost the
moment I finished, a burning began in my chest and grew worse by the
second. I had never felt anything like the sensation, but thought it to
be just a severe case of indigestion. I stood and walked around,
stretching and trying to make it subside. The pain just grew in
My chest felt as if there was a fist behind the
sternum, trying to punch its way out. My breathing became increasingly
labored and I had the thought that it might be a heart attack. But, I
was in good condition…had never been sick to any extent over my
sixty-eight years of life.
When the breathing became so difficult that I was
struggling for every breath, I told my wife, Margaret, that she should
call 9-1-1, because the pain was not getting better.
Calling for emergency care was something I would
never do for myself, she knew, so she got on the phone immediately.
Meantime, I asked her to get an aspirin, which I swallowed, thinking
that was something you were supposed to do if experiencing chest pain.
The ambulance arrived in about ten to fifteen
minutes and the EMT guys went to work trying to find a pulse. One told
the other that he couldn’t find the pulse. The other joined him in
pressing on my wrist and neck. He said that he couldn’t find a pulse,
My unspoken thought was:
No pulse means you’re dead,
One of the EMT men asked if I could walk to the
gurney, which was just outside the front door. It would save a lot of
time, because it would be difficult to get the gurney out with me on it.
I managed to walk to the door and to the gurney
with each of them on either elbow. Soon I was strapped in, and they were
checking me and putting nitroglycerin beneath my tongue. The pain had
grown to an agonizing level.
The one working over me reported to the hospital
that I had told him I had taken an aspirin when I felt the pain growing
in intensity. That was one thing I learned from some of the doctor shows
over the years, I guess. They seemed pleased with the revelation that I
had thought to take the pill.
“I think we have a coronary in progress,” the
emergency worker said to the hospital dispatcher.
coronary!...A heart attack?... Me, of all people? My thoughts ran
the gamut of analyzing how that could possibly happen, seeing that I had
always worked out, and had not even taken medicine throughout my life
except for the occasional antibiotic for minor illnesses.
We stopped, and I felt the guys tugging at the
gurney after they got the back of the vehicle opened. The chest pain was
now excruciating. I heard a blip
sound, like a computer making the transition from one application to
I was instantly standing before a large group of
young, beautiful people. They glowed, not with some ghostly glow, but
with that of the vibrant, perfect health of the young. They were smiling
broadly, their hands motioning and arms raising and gesturing for me to
join them, I could tell.
I was in a place of perfection…of joy…and I had no
thought of where I had just come from, or any thought of anything,
except that this was reality like I had never known. I wanted to stay
The people became increasingly energized in their
cheering welcome, and I wanted to move into their midst. But then things
got dark and nightmarish, and I was feeling my bare chest with my
I was on my way to the hospital, or something. Or was this just a bad
dream and I would soon be back to those young people and all of that joy
and peace? No. I remembered then: This was a heart attack, or something;
I didn’t know what, at this point.
“I hit him with the paddles!” a man was shouting.
“Paddles?” I said to him. (They said I came back
“Your heart stopped,” was his comment.
The pain again grew in my chest, and once more I
heard the blip.
Once more I stood in front of that joyous throng of
those in their mid-twenties, or so they appeared. They were cheering
with great energy. I again wanted to join them. The warmth, the love,
was incredible…and peaceful, despite their powerful exultation.
Reflecting now on my being in front of that throng,
there was one beautiful young face in particular that captured my
attention. She appeared to be at the center of the group, and her
demeanor seemed especially welcoming.
I felt the darkness tugging me, and I was again on
the gurney, or table, or whatever. The activity over and around me was
frantic. My clothes were stripped from me, things were being attached to
me, and someone was getting prepared to do something in the right groin
“What are you doing?” I naturally asked, strangely
calm and clinical with my question. Never during all of this did I think
of the possibility of dying. Never was I ever near panic.
The man’s voice was foreign. I later learned he was
from India—and was
one of the top interventional cardiologists in our state. Someone to my
left said, “He’s busy trying to save your life.”
Well, when someone is trying
to save your life, it is wise to just shut up. Which I did.
The pain grew to be excruciating again, and then
the blip sounded. I was among
the young people. I could see and sense them on either side. It was like
we were running; all of us were laughing and thoroughly enjoying the
experience. Some of them were looking over at me with their bright
laughter as we ran. The same young woman, I now recall, was even more
jubilant than the others as she turned to look at me and raise her hands
in a victorious gesture. There was no thought of where I had been before
I was again in their presence.
We were moving swiftly from right to left, if one
were watching it happen. We were moving toward some powerful, magnetic
tugging that none of us either could or wanted to resist. It was,
however, unbridled freedom and joy that I felt while we moved.
This time, I faded from being among them, to my
great consternation. I was again on the procedure table, having been hit
for the third time with the defibrillator to start my heart, which had
stopped beating those three times (I was told later).
They had finished with me, and I felt no pain—only
hands all over me, doing things to wires and tubes attached to me. They
told my wife that I came back each time chattering—talking to those in
the procedure room. I sure did. I wanted everyone—anyone—to know the
spectacular place I had just been.
“Now, details…” the doctor began, standing over me
to my right. In his accented voice, he started explaining the angiogram
of my heart. He had placed the pictures above me so I could see them.
Only I couldn’t.
“I can’t see them,” I said. “I’m blind. I’ve been
blind since 1993 due to a retinal disease.”
“Oh?” he said. “What disease?”
“Ah, yes,” he said, moving to behind me and
standing above my left shoulder. He put his index finger upon my chest,
and ran it down my left side to below the sternum as he talked. “You had
what we call ‘the widow maker.’ It is the left coronary
artery—descending,’” I thought he said. “Fifty percent of the people who
have this kind of blockage of this artery never make it to the emergency
room. Of those who do make it, most don’t live.”
I was impressed. “I’m still here,” I said—to get
his assurance, not to boast.
“You are still here,” he confirmed, patting me on
They told Margaret when bringing me into the
emergency room that they would do all they could, but she said later
that she could tell they didn’t have much hope. I had, they told her,
been dead on arrival.
The doctor told me that I was within ten seconds of
being irrecoverable, when the defibrillator finally restarted my heart.
From a medical standpoint, I’m sure that was a correct assessment.
However, Jesus, my Lord, holds the keys to death and hell. He used those
wonderful medical personnel to “recover” me. But, He could have done it
without any help. He is God…
Now, to the purpose for writing this essay.
I wrote in beginning of this article that it is
directed at a very specific aspect of the topics I hope to cover in the
upcoming book I give the title,
HeavenVision: Glimpses into Glory. I further wrote that this aspect
involves Bible prophecy. The following will, I hope, present as clearly
as possible what I mean.
Again, with the caveat that I am extremely
reluctant to ever get into dreams and visions-type experiences of any
sort, I must tell you that the Holy Spirit has specifically impressed
upon my spirit things involved with my clinical death on those three
occasions. I’ve been shown that I am to write and present these things
to those who will read about them.
I realize that what I’ve put down here opens me up
to rebuke from some quarters, and to criticism, possibly, even from
colleagues who, like me, have generally viewed it best to just not go
there (where I’m going to go now).
But, it is with confidence that I relate all of
I will follow Dr. Charles Stanley’s advice, which I
like very much. Obey God, no matter what, and leave all the consequences
Somewhere around the end of 2010 and the beginning
of 2011, I wrote a series of ten articles I called “Scanning a Fearful
Future.” It was shortly after that—February 25, 2011, to be exact, that
I began making notes, as I always do before beginning a book.
My dear mother and her sister—Auntie Bet, as I have always called
her (her name is Betty)—had been wanting me to write a book on heaven. I
thought it would be a good time to do so, since my twenty-two books thus
far have dealt mostly with prophecy.
I put the title down:
HeavenVision. I gave it the
subtitle, Glimpses into Glory.
My thought was to center the book around near-death experiences of
people who have reported them over the years. These would be about
clinical deaths—those that actually involved the heart stopping. The
recounting of what people experienced upon those heart-stoppages was the
kind of thing I wanted to explore, but with the thought of bringing out
as ultimate Truth what God’s Word, the Bible, says about that wonderful
abode called heaven. Needless to say, my own view—as mentioned several
times previously—was skeptical, for the most part, about such
entering notes into my computer file, I would often get up to stretch,
maybe get a cup of coffee or something, and walk a bit before sitting
back down to the project.
vividly on a number of occasions chuckling to myself and thinking while
wandering about the house: What if I should have one of those
clinical death experiences? What if I went to heaven, but was brought
back from the brink? That would give the book some interesting, not to
mention credible, perspective, to say the least!
that wasn’t possible. I worked out and was in good shape…had never been
seriously sick a day in my life!
following the series of articles called “Scanning a Fearful Future,” I
began the book I hope to bring to publication before too long. Part of
the epiphany I’ve received from the Lord—actually several epiphanies I’m
about to present—includes the importance of things involved in the
series as related to my own near-death event only a short two months
The article series was to help address a number of
fear-filled emails I was receiving. The fear expressed was mostly about
whether Christians will have to go through persecution before the
Rapture occurs. Specifically, many wanted to know—still do want to know,
I guess—whether Christians in America will, before the Rapture, have to
go through persecution to the extent of facing death for their belief in
Christ, like martyrs of the past, and like that suffered by many in some
countries around the world at this very moment.
The series of articles presented the overall
conclusion in answer to this basic question through examining the words
of the Lord Jesus on the subject of His return to earth. The following
is what He prophesied:
And as it was in the days of Noe, so shall it be also
in the days of the Son of man. They did eat, they drank, they married
wives, they were given in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into
the ark, and the flood came, and destroyed them all. Likewise also as it
was in the days of Lot; they did eat, they drank, they bought, they
sold, they planted, they builded; But the same day that Lot went out of
it rained fire and brimstone from heaven, and destroyed them all. Even
thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed. (Luke
I wrote the following (in part nine of the series)
as commentary about Jesus’ prophecy:
Jesus Christ—God in the flesh—foretold that the time
just before God’s judgment and wrath befall rebellious mankind at the
very end of the Church Age will be like it was in the days of Noah and
of Lot. Although those times were
wicked and all thoughts were focused continually on evil, people of the
earth were carrying on with normal activities like eating, drinking,
planting, building, marrying, buying, and selling.
In the days of Noah, earth dwellers were carrying on
business as usual right up until the moment that Noah entered the ark
and all who were left on earth were swept away by the Flood. In the days
of Lot, there was an air of civility, with Lot
even serving as a judge at the city gates during the day. At night,
however, the depravity ran rampant when homosexual lust turned to
voracious, predatory assault. Lot
and his family members were removed, and all people who were left behind
in the city were consumed by the holocaust from heaven.
Jesus said He will be revealed when conditions are
like they were during those times. We have seen that the time when He
intervenes into the affairs of mankind as described in Luke 17:26-30
will not be His Second Coming at Armageddon (Revelation 19:11). It will
be another, earlier intervention--but catastrophic, nonetheless.
We have pointed out many times in these commentaries
the strangeness of the dynamics of our times. Crises are building in
many critical aspects of human interaction. We have wondered in
amazement at the insanity of the dastardly mismanagement of economic
matters by governments around the world. How, we puzzle over, have the
economies of America and the world avoided
Why, despite threats of the destruction of Israel by the likes of Iranian President Mahmoud
Ahmadinejad, has a preemptive attack on Iran’s nuclear production facilities
not occurred? Why, with the tremendous buildup of arms by the many
Islamic Israel-haters in obvious preparation for an attack on the Jewish
state, has there not been a major blow-up in the
that would disrupt world stability?
Yet the anxieties about the world sitting on a number
of powder kegs afflict only a few people, relatively speaking. Except
for those who are unemployed in
America, for example, it’s business as
usual. The majority of people just don’t worry about the precarious
position of the nation and the world. The masses are buying, selling,
marrying–even men with men and women with women, I might add. And
building continues, despite the housing debacle and trillions of dollars
of debt wrought by monetary madness such as that found in Fannie Mae and
Most troubling, the church in America–and I am
referring to those who are born again (see John 3: 3)—is, for the most
part, oblivious to world conditions that present strong evidence that we
are on the brink of the prophesied apocalypse. This makes this
generation of Christians precisely the generation I believe Jesus was
speaking prophetically to when He said, “Therefore be ye also ready: for
in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh” (Matthew 24:44)…
I wrote the following in the series conclusion:
Every signal across the geopolitical, socioeconomic,
and religious spectrum–even signals involving the geophysical and
astrophysical— scream through the sirens of forewarning. We are at the
very end of the Church Age–on the brink of the Tribulation. Yet most in
America–including most believers in Jesus Christ—are going about
business as usual. Except for the relatively few voices forewarning of
the impending cataclysm, there is no recognition of or interest in the
end-times storm warnings.
Jesus, as we have seen, said human activity will be
like it is at present when He next breaks into earth’s history like a
thief in the night. Again, we look at the Lord’s words in the book of
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven,
but my Father only. But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the
coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the
flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage,
until the day that Noe entered into the ark, And knew not until the
flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son
of man be. Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and
the other left. Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall
be taken, and the other left. Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour
your Lord doth come. (Matthew 24:36–42)
As we have examined, this break-in upon mankind’s
history cannot be describing the Second Advent. It will not be business
as usual at that time, when the planet is decimated by wars and God’s
judgment and wrath. Jesus is here speaking of the Rapture—His imminent,
catastrophic break-in upon earth’s history.
So, we come to our present hour. America is the apex nation of the
world. That is, it is the most materially blessed nation and one of the
most spiritually blessed nations ever to exist. This, despite the fact
that it has degenerated in many ways to become perhaps the most wicked
in human history. The
is so blessed with material wealth that every nation on earth is
inextricably linked to its economy in one way or another.
It is true that its dominance is under threat and is
eroding quickly. The economic meltdown and unavoidable implosion of America’s
monetary hegemony is imminent. But everything of global financial
significance still hinges on the health and fate of the American dollar…
Despite incessant assaults, the American economy
hasn’t collapsed. It should have by now, but it hasn’t. It is, despite
ominous signs ahead, business as usual—just as Jesus said it would be at
the end of the age. If
America’s economy crashes—as [many say]
it will very shortly—the entire world will collapse to rubble. The
business-as-usual element of Christ’s prophecy about it being like the
days of Noah and Lot would be out the
economy collapsed, taking the world’s buying and selling capability into
the darkest times in history, it would take years—-if ever—-for
everything to recover so that things would again come into
business-as-usual configuration. Yet the devastating, world-rending
collapse is coming. It cannot be stopped…
I disagree that the folly of man or the deliberate
manipulations of human diabolists will bring the fearful disaster. And
the disaster will not happen until God’s prophetic timing allows. It
will continue to be business as usual despite increasing harbingers of
economic calamity. Perhaps conditions will even look like they are
improving. But if so, it will be smoke and mirrors—a sham “recovery.”
The damage is done. Recovery is impossible.
This all means that Jesus Christ is poised to do
exactly what He foretold. The prophetic signals and conditions prevalent
in America and the
world should have the attention of every believer. Jesus is about to
fulfill His glorious promise as recorded in John 14:1–3.
The Rapture, I believe Jesus is telling us, will be
the sword of judgment that pierces the building, festering boil of
humanistic rebellion. When the church is taken to heaven, the minds of
those left behind who want to control will no longer have restraint on
their thoughts and ambitions. There will cease to be a governor on man’s
conscience, according to 2 Thessalonians 2:7–8, because the Holy Spirit
will allow the evil within mankind to do its dastardly work…
The Church, with the Restrainer resident within each
believer, will continue to be salt and light—to exert influence over America’s
societal and cultural conditions. That influence, although observably
becoming less and less effective, will be sufficient to prevent all-out,
Nazi-like persecution against Christians in this nation.
When the Church-Age saints go to Christ upon His call
to them (1 Thessalonians 4:16–17; Revelation 4:1-2), America and the world will be devoid
of the church’s buffering influence. Those who accept Christ during the
Tribulation will undergo the most horrific persecution of human history.
Again, if a calamity like the one [many] forecasts
were to befall this nation before Christ’s foretold intervention into
earth’s history, such a collapse would take the
and the world out of the time of business as usual Jesus said will be in
place when He pays the earth that surprise visit.
Jesus was telling us in Luke 17:26–30 and Matthew
24:36–42 specifically about His coming for the church, and the general
time frame of that event. With all that is in alignment precisely as
Jesus and the prophets described, I am convicted in my spirit that now
is that time.
Those who haven’t become part of God’s
family–believing in Jesus Christ for their personal salvation—face a
fearful future indeed. They will be left behind in an instantly changed
world gone mad with chaos infinitely worse than [many observers of world
There is still opportunity in this Church Age for the
person who hasn’t accepted the Lord Jesus as personal Savior to do so.
But time is fleeting. The Rapture could take place at any moment.
Here is what God’s Holy Word, the Bible, has to say to
you, if you want to escape from this world that is soon to suffer God’s
righteous judgment. Truly follow these instructions from the heart of
the God who loves you and wants you to be safe with Him forever. You
will then be assured not of a fearful future, but of a future that is
fabulous beyond description.
“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord
Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from
the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto
righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation”
(Romans 10: 9–10).
My HeavenVision has
revealed to my spirit that the experience was allowed for the following
reasons. The realizations have come over a period of several months
since that Good Friday my heart stopped three separate times. I heard
God’s still, small voice—that of the Holy Spirit—speak, not audibly, but
to my thought processes at times totally unanticipated.
The first realization imparted to me was that the throng of
beautiful, dynamic young people, behind which every color imaginable
sparked and burst while they cheered, arms and hands thrusting upward
victoriously, relates directly to the following Scripture:
Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so
great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin
which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race
that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of
our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the
cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the
throne of God. For consider him that endured such contradiction of
sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.
(Hebrews 12: 1-3)
Next, I was impressed that the Lord was saying
through the cloud of witnesses that He was pleased with the fact I am
teaching His prophetic Word at this crucial time so near the end of the
Church Age. But, the cheering of those young witnesses isn’t for me
only—rather for all of us who are remaining faithful to preach, teach,
write—present—the prophetic truth.
Additionally, the impression upon my spirit is that
heaven is pleased that we are teaching the premillennial, pretrib
Rapture. It is confirmed in my spirit that this is absolutely the true
message the Lord wants disseminated. Again—it isn’t just for me I’ve
been given this affirmation, but for all who hold to, preach, and teach
the premillennial, pretribulation Rapture view from God’s Holy Word, the
Further, regarding my writing the series, “Scanning
a Fearful Future,” I have been impressed with assurance that this is the
way the building crises will run their course while Christ’s sudden
intervention with the Rapture grows ever nearer. The throng of witnesses
was, I am assured, heaven’s validation of the truth wrapped up in my
series of articles.
And, then, the Lord did something so like Him. He
touched my spiritual heart with a further realization—one of a very
personal nature. Just before I lost my eyesight totally, I was awakened
one early morning—about 3 a.m. or so. My thought was to write and put
together a book on Bible prophecy, an area that has always been at the
forefront of my Bible study. I should, the impression was, approach a
number of top Bible prophecy writers, broadcasters, and speakers. It
would be a book of compilation–chapters by myself and others.
I began that very day to accomplish that project.
As I recall, the very first person I approached was Dr. Dave Breese. It
was 1992, and the war called Desert Storm had been in progress,
liberating Kuwait from the
Iraqi forces of Saddam Hussein. Dave, among the kindest and most
brilliant men of God I’ve ever known, and who became a close friend, was
quick to agree and to help solicit others to join in the project. We
called the book Storming toward
Armageddon. It was my first book, and, thankfully, a very successful
During the writing of the book, I became close
friends with an elderly lady named Arbra Carman. She was a wonderful
Christian woman who was severely crippled by osteoporosis. Yet, she was
faithful to teach a group of young women sometimes two or three times a
week. Her Bible studies were almost legendary among those women. They
would gather in her little home and sit around Arbra on the floor while
listening to this wise saint break the Word of God to them.
Arbra loved Bible prophecy, and we grew close on
the phone, talking about my upcoming book and about world conditions
from a prophetic perspective. She was quite a poet, loving to write
about biblical, godly things in beautiful poetry.
The idea struck, and I asked her if she would let
me put one of her poems at the beginning of my first book. She was
thrilled, and that poem is in that book today. I put more poems by her
in my next two or three books. Then, Arbra grew very invalid and her
eyes began to fail. She told me that the tree leaves were, finally, just
all one solid mass, and her world had become shadows.
My eyesight, of course, had ended during the
putting together of that first book, so I was by this time, totally
blind. This gave Mrs. Carman and me even more common ground, and I did
my best to comfort her while her eyes grew dim.
But, she didn’t have long to endure the loss of her
ability to see. She died not long after the publication of the final
book in which we placed one of her poems.
The beautiful, dynamically happy face I saw those
times while the heavenly throng of young people cheered, I am assured in
my spirit, was that of Arbra Carman.