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.