A gathering of angels
by Ray Bell
Slowly and certainly time begins to run aground this moment all encompassing yet contains no sound only relieved but terrified emotion feverish prayers and a purified devotion on a scale impossible to comprehend we stand like warriors with nothing to defend perhaps its the way time and space must compress out of this room turn off the light a new emptiness why has man always needed an ending so damn proud too stoic remaining unbending sometimes thoughts dreams even reasons run there course maybe we must await the four each riding an unearthly horse even if it doesnt come to pass it leaves strange chills i really do not long to see a gathering of angels