A thousand trumpets mark Your path.
The lips of angels tremble and anticipate
As hour fast approaches,
For Gabriel’s stormy blast
Ushering the Age’s end,
When on the clouds You will descend,
To come again as way You went .
Sun of Justice with Spirit Sword,
Your Word to cut between the marrow and the bone,
All that stands the test of Fire,
You gather home.
Refuse and stubble
Immolated in furnace heat,
As passing in Your Hallowedness
You devour all that is not meet.
The trumpets’ blare gives way
To music of celestial harps,
And Miriam song sounded strong.
As the martyrs chime,
Finally coming forth from beneath the Altar,
To sing their tune and time.
Holy chorus, at long last,
To celebrate and sing
Triumphant Alleluias
For Salvation’s Mercy King.
My husband’s been waiting for a sunny day with no wind to spend at the shooting range. Today was the day. He was like a kid in the candy shop, with rifles, ammo,mount, binoculars and tripod at the ready for his get away. As he made a break for it, I minded him, “Be careful out there. Watch out for crazy people.” With all the anti-gun hysteria, I actually felt he was going to a place that was well managed, with people who minded their p’s and q’s and had their acts together, unlike many in the media blowing smoke at good citizenry and at the 2nd amendment, both barrels blasting.
My guy wore himself out walking back and forth to targets at one hundred yards and then 200 yards. All in all it was a very good day. He wrapped it up with these words when he got home, “You know those ‘crazies you told me to watch out for…they were right next to me. Seems the couple in the next lane, equipped with 2 AR-15s must have come to the range for the first time, and jumped right in, ignorant of the protocol.
First the guy trots out with his target paper, thinking he’s going to mount it to the frame “out there”, my husband’s, of course. “Oh no you’re not!”, says my man, fearless in the face of ignorance. After filling the newbie in on the niceties, my guy blasted holes happily til he checked his target, now peppered by rounds from, you guessed it, an AR-15. Seems the wife of the other fella was shooting from another lane, beside her husband’s, at his target, which just happened to line up with my husband’s target, from her perspective.
Simply carrying on, patching her hits in his target and wishing they’d tire quickly, my husband still had very good day! There are scarier things out there:
Be Holy! 