By Rowan Wyatt
See the clouds as they weave in wispiness
Bobbing and waving as curtains they part
Floating white fighting the wind to open wide
A heavenly gateway opened for the beloved.
Each gathered kneeling, standing, sitting
Ringing in a human halo around the master’s hand
In tears of wonder, love and joy, each tinged
With the sadness of a loved ones loss.
The morning glow of warmed sunshine rays
Catch the salted sheen of tears and with
Ancient holy alchemy turns them diamond shining
Each shed for the home bound Messiah.
And the heavenly host proclaim the time in fanfare
Loud as angels blast their horns in triumph
As the once dead son returns to his father
And leaving the saddened throng behind to work.
Then as the curtained clouds are drawn once more
The gathered faithful stand and stare above
“Why do you stand and look to the sky”? the angels ask
In gleaming robes of eddying white shimmer.
He will come again the same way you saw him go.