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Rapture

I heard the sound of Gabrielle’s horn

and it woke me from a sleep,

it cascaded my body with revelations of mind

till alas I could not but weep.

Again the horn spoke

in my mind’s eye

and it woke me from a dream,

and again my eyes misted

so sweet the sound

of the cacophony my ears careened.

To his instrument divine

he gave life yet again

’twas the last I knew it would blow,

and my body gave up the ghost of my soul

for it was time for me to go.

’Twas the greatest summons

of the souls of man

to God’s army which in heaven did wait,

and I was given my weapons of love and compassion

as I passed the pearly gates.

Across still waters of peace I traveled

and through fields of  tranquility,

and I feared no evil for the host of God

was waiting there for me.

As I joined their numbers

in silent prayer

they gave consent with sweetest grace,

and amongst the army of peace and love

I proudly took my place.

Together we shall march

on a day in the future

when revelation does come to pass,

under the Almighty banner

for it is He who was first

and He who shall be last.

When comes that day

again shall blow Gabriel

a final note to be heard by all,

and on that day of days

God’s army shall triumph

and Evil shall know its final fall.

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Mother

MOTHER — I remember her,

I saw her yesterday,

she told me something

but I did not listen —

oh what did mother say?

YOU held me in your loving arms

every time you thought you should,

and when I tried and failed

to conquer the world

it was you who understood —

I remember how you’d comfort me

when I faltered you’d always say,

“Do not fret my son

though hard as things seem now

they’ll be easier one day.”

Mother — I remember her,

I saw her yesterday,

she told me something

but I did not listen —

oh what did mother say?

I remember you cleansed my mortal body

and when wrong you’d wash my soul,

but I thought that you would live forever

MOTHER when did you grow old?

When I saw you, your eyes they looked so tired

and your hair it looked so gray,

yet when I asked you mother

if help you needed,

“No” is all you’d say . . .

You went on to say,

“Do not fret my son

though old age weighs heavily on me,

I have much to do

many tasks to complete

before God will set me free.”

Mother — I remember her,

I saw her yesterday,

you told me something

but I did not listen —

oh what did mother say?

You would not always say to me

the things I’d want to hear,

I knew not then

you were weaning my innocence

now to me all things are clear.

When you told me “no”

sometimes I’d cry

then I’d look up at you,

and in wonder all my cries would cease

for you’d be crying too.

Oh mother though you’re here no more

I now recall your tender words,

and when I think of you

in the here and now

those words can still be heard.

 

You gifted me with them

more oft than not

soothing words that you showed so true,

and from my heart now mother

though I said it not then

in truth,

“I love you too.”