A silver cry is calling from a height <br />Leaving the awful pause that follows song, <br />And through the silence shines a stretching light- <br />A stretching light that quietly runs along <br />The path of stars, and pierces cloud on cloud. <br />Pure things in space across the guiltless sky <br />Rustle with wings that bear in flight the proud <br />Revenge of God, with God's intensity. <br />Among the lighted ways-to move unheard,- <br />A great-unseen assembly seems to shine <br />To gather silently in line on line, <br />And wait and wait for some expected word, <br />A call on the height! And from the blinding skies <br />Come white battalions with their blinding eyes.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trumpets-of-heaven/
