Gabriel's Trumpet

From the Outer Reaches of the Galaxy, Gabriel sounds His Trumpet
Calling the Stars together to Light the Path
For the Descension of his Myriad of Angels.
Like a Cloud of Fiery Vapor they enter the Heavens
As a Mist in the pre-morning Dawn,
Lighting the Horizon with a faint glow
That blazes brighter with the Rising of the Sun.
Sounds of the Angels advancing plays as Music in Harmony
With the Stars as they pass by,
Swiftly brushing their Essence with the Radiant Pulse of the Telestial Lights.
The Symphony intensifies as their Speed Increases,
Their Advance synchronizing with the Magnetic Pulse
Of the Heavenly Bodies in their Path,
Whose Gravity embraces their Lights and Grasps the Angels' Robes
Pulling them into their Stellar Bosoms.
Advancing swiftly, the Chorus engages with the Tones of Love and Mercy
Present in every Element of Space, and creates a Symphony
Led by a Star both Noble and Ancient in Stature.

Enter Gabriel to sound the Trump that heralds the Birthing of a Nation.
Humbly he bows his head and closes his eyes,
In reverance to the Father of Lights.
As a servant to the Master of all Creation,
Gabriel beckons to those who follow behind
To stand in silence and listen as the Father speaks in Tones of Mystery
The Desire His Heart calls to be heralded for all Creation.

In Silence, the Stars and Suns and Angels
Revere the Scene unfolding before their eyes.
Gabriel stands frozen in the Depths of Compassion
While the Father whispers in Tones of Love.
Head still bowed and eyes fast closed, knees bent and Heart Afire...
Gabriel purses his lips to the Mouth of the Trumpet
In an Act of Deferent Honor.
The Heavenly Host holds it's Breath in Awe for seconds of Eternal Silence,
Awaiting the Shout of the Archangel's Trump
To signal the Legion of God's Heavenly Host
To advance on the Birthing New Nation.


Inspiration received on February 20, 2000 in Pocatello, Idaho.