Proclamation

 
And when at last the final days
Are even now above
The clearing of my soul
Trumpets shall fanfare
The Seventh Chords of dawn
In the land of eternal victory
Proclaiming all glory to be his
As I raise high my sword of loyalty
To be sheathed forever in
A common bond of trust
And filial piety
Visions of the kingdom
Lay upon my heart of
Silenced golden hills
Fragrant and displayed with
A joy and beauty undreamed of 
There beyond the mountains of my life
Lies my father’s house the
Foundation laid with his own hands
And I run there the royal-blue
Turquoise-ambered sky
Completing the evening of my Death
For I am reborn and welcomed home
 

 

© K. James Ribble