(Image description: At dusk bright stars scatter accross the sky, as the last light of sunset graces mountain peaks below.)
Time to gather the stars
It will be time
To gather the stars
As there was a time to spark and place them
Each by
Their own name
Taken in
Queued in line
There will be a final time to strike the strings
On which galaxies have played their cyclic song
The light lamps will be dimmed
At once
A mirror of their first brightening
And all sound will come to stillness
As all the clocks
Throughout all the ages stand still
At His appearing …….
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At His appearing
At His appearing? Yet…
He never wasn’t
And always was
And is now
And will be always
This age pulled back
All those
Things which distract
And the amazing thing
Will be
That we will see
The One who spun the whirling planets
And imagined
It all
We will see Him
At the closing of
The door
On this age
And it is in seeing
Then
The wide beginning
Forever
