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