I just sent this e-mail to Peter, and thought maybe it is indeed time to share this experience. The song has been recorded by Susan Trump. Maybe it's time for me to record it.

This is the e-mail to Peter:

Good to hear from you, Peter. Yeah, I don't post everything on the kitchen table. My most extreme association is with a song I "wrote" just a couple of weeks before I was involved in a fatal accident. I was driving home (at the speed limit) one night when I came around a curve and silhouetted in the headlights of the on-coming traffic on the other side of the divided highway was a man standing in the middle of the road facing me. He made no attempt to move, and though I swerved wildly to avoid hitting him, I clipped him as I drove by. By the time I got the car under control and pulled to a stop and ran back to him, he was already dead. Long story short, I called the State Police and they kept me locked in the back of a patrol car while they directed the traffic. The only thing that kept me going was to keep saying the chorus to the song I'd just written:

In the darkness, give me the eyes of faith
In my sorrow send down your healing grace
And on my journey, may my path be straight
May my heart find rest in Thee

A week later, I'd completely forgotten I'd written the song. When I remembered that I'd spoken the wrods to the chorus in the back seat of that patrol car, I patiently reconstructed the whole song, line by line. It took me a couple of weeks. I hadn't written the words down. It took me a couple of years before I could sing it. I wrote about the experience as a chapter in my book, but decided not to include it. Maybe it is time to share the experience and the song.

The title of the song is May My Heart Find Rest in Thee

Jerry

Welcome to the table. Folkwaller. Sure, you can talk about Peter. Only nice stuff, though. And help yourself to the cake.