September 25, 2005

the angels gathered near that day
having heard the miracles that would be
filled the trees that surrounded the meadow
song of the robin was especially sweet

the quiet stillness took my breath away
as i emerged from the path through the wood
if not for the waves from the boughs up high
i might have fallen in fear, hid from good

the day was young, the fog still clung
early morning sun shone dimly through the leaves
i took my place in line, as the bell six times rung
this day held promise of divine, just delight

he sat majestic on the throne across the way
king of all before the waiting throngs
the line before me split left and right
he looked me in the eye with perfect love, invited me near

Type: Poetry

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