WORKERS ARE GOING HOME

WORKERS ARE GOING HOME
by John Slagh ©2006

Workers are going home, beyond
the farthest rocks lit with the light of the stars
into the song of morning birds singing.
They travel beyond the limits of the oceans
and down the pollen-lined throats of lilies,
dusted orange and red.

They pass lightly and shift from wing
to shining wing
of dragonflies hunting above brook and quiet pond
in the sunlight of creation.
They are moving within the limits of the Designer,
flying in a world and with the power produced
and maintained at the pleasure of the Lord.

The workers are going home
to a crystal palace of intellect
shining with many rooms and glorious sights.
They take their place before the Throne of time where issues forth
the river of Purity,
the stream of Faith,
where flow the waters of Truth and Justice and Grace,
and of Light and Creation and Holiness.
Righteousness unfolds, and I Am is revealed.

Where the fire on the altars
at each Hand of the throne of Glory
burn with unquenchable Light
through the cycles of eternity;
in service to the generations to come;
in service to those who have passed;
in service to all who live now
and choose to glorify the Christ.

The workers are going home
with songs of wonder and joy and thankfulness,
and seeing the destination,
they go home with tears of joy
in celebration and worshipful prayer.
Their reservation assured by the Master
and promised to them before time,
they leave this place and arrive at their station,
passing through sunbeams and cool mountain showers
in the promised delivery of Truth.