by Jeral Williams
I kneel before the veil, unknown the other side. Tales of trumpets, angels and gold I am told. Neither cross, nor pane, nor altar signal the inner calm, cue the proper balm, but, when the future fades and past is pruned the present grows; in silence find the Spirit’s presence, in stillness hear and know fear, awe, eternity. Hear my plea: rend the veil let your Kingdom come bring your reign to earth. In waiting, permeate the veil, enable love, joy, establish justice, peace. If death calls through the veil may my spirit go and know thy face forever.
Jeral Williams is a poet living in Mobile, Alabama. He is a retired professor whose Christian journey has been long and winding. He has published “Being a Proverbial Student,” a reflection on the need for Christian students to pursue knowledge, understanding and wisdom.