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