The Watchers Witness

I have seen many things in this life,

Darkness that disguises itself as light,

Light hidden behind layers of despair,

Totalitarianism seen as Trumpet’s Triumph.

I have seen wonders that boggle the mind,

Angels unseen touching the seen, witnessed as mercy,

Darkness not death but absence,

Miracles in real time as confirmation, unneeded.

I have seen evil in its native habitat,

Walking, talking, smiling fake smiles,

Speaking trained words and falsity,

All so that the hands unworking would ever be taking.

I have seen mercy in the faces of others,

An aunt adopting her sister’s orphaned children,

Raising them as her own and showering love,

Whilst caring for her dying, bedridden mother.

I have seen moments of clarity and kindness,

When war is postponed indefinitely,

By a brother forgiving a grievous wrong,

By a widow praying for her husband’s killer’s missing bread.

I have seen all around me souls as light,

In mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters,

Of family found and forged, not born,

Of love shared in unity with the One.

I have heard the whisper on the wind,

Of revival,

Of burning fire so pure it rages crystal clear,

Of a royal priesthood rising, far and near.

So my soul, and you who breathe,

I speak to you who are made to seek,

The whisper is not wind but breath,

The Son seen in the Father’s face, glorified in the Holy Spirit’s rest.

So come one, all to the Feast,

To the eternal glory in radiant heat,

To the wedding supper of the Lamb,

For you has been prepared a seat.