Silver Light

 

 

 

 

 

Silver Light

I stand, exposed, upon a precipice,

Extend my hand to catch a falling star.

I miss the star and fall in an abyss,

But soon I realize something’s amiss,

For time has stopped, and I've not fallen far.

I start to scream, but see a smiling face,

A face at peace and infinitely kind,

A face aglow with welcome and with grace,

That my hot, stinging tears may soon efface.

Panicked, I reach and our hands are entwined.

And as I start to slip from consciousness,

Through velvet fog His voice touches my ears.

A voice whose beauty words cannot express,

Sings to calm all my fears and my distress,

Takes away my terror, and dries my tears.

I think of His face when I am alone,

And facing darkest terrors in the night;

Ponder the argent light with which He shone,

Reflect upon the kindness I was shown,

And sleep, cradled in arms of silver light.

Mick McKellar

July 2014

I have discovered that I may find help, even in my dreams.

Mick