And at Long Last

By Andrew R. Duckworth

And the great harp began playing
A melody never heard before
As the roaring winds
Went gentle
And both arms
Were lifted by hands
Of angels as the clouds parted
And worn feet left the ground.

And the heavy rain calmed
To gentle drizzle
As the sun shone
Like a brilliant diamond,
Rays spreading in four ways
As the darkest night turned to day
And the Shepherd guided the way.

And the darkness subsided
As gravity passed away
And the pains of past
Drifted off.
No enclosure
But a vast prairie of peace
Filled with gentle stream
And the gleam of brilliant light.

And at long last, the calm
Longed for in dream and prayer
Settled upon the land
And forever stayed there.