The Gathering…

As humans we are like the Black Birds
collected in a globe of pecking gloom,
an awakening before the coming of death;
wise souls searching for a revelation for
an exit.

We are a race that battles, a race of
warring souls unsatisfied until the end,
living in unrest under the breath of Heaven,
always gathering our possessions close to
us before our journey ends.

Banded in a world all the while as the Eye
of God knows who will be saved and who will
be destroyed, collectively, selectively
crushing enemies.

Reaching out into the night, silently watching
the armies, watching man’s destiny, destruction,
listen people and you can hear… the breath going
out of the world!

©2014.annjohnsonmurphree

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