The Gathering
There was a great stillness in the air
and no sounds save a whispering sort of breeze
that spoke of something near, soon to be there
and silently urged all to bended knees
We spoke of a feeling of being called as others began to arrive
and as a brightening sky drew eyes skyward, we could see
a distant form, descending…….yes alive!
and though most of us remained in place, some began to flee
The sky, now churning as though a sea,
spread radiant shafts of iridescent light like arms spread wide
with a sound like a thousand bells rung in a celebratory harmony
that we not only heard but felt like joyous vibrations deep inside
The figure of a man now hung silently in mid-sky
We could see him gaze warmly from side to side upon the gathered crowd
as he spoke the words, “Rise and come to me my beloved, for it is I”,
in a clear voice that we all could hear, and yet it was not loud.
It was then that we saw what could only be described as a great ‘brightness’,
that quickly grew, not like the flash of a bright light,
but more like the dawn of a new day, that did not in the least frighten us
and revealed a place beyond anything we could have imagined or known by sight.
Steven L. Foley
06/03/12
Copyright © Steven Foley | Year Posted 2025
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