I hear the Angel’s voices
calling me to their side.
They have a message for me,
a message that will not keep.
I am guided by their voices
until I see their serine faces
glowing in the sun.
I stand in awe at what I see
as the Angels one by one
appear above me.
Each tells me a secret
of which I may never reveal.
If I say anything dark clouds
will befall on all my family and friends.
I swear their secret is safe
and that I shall never tell.
They say they will visit again
whenever the thunder sounds.
It is the sign we will meet again.
Years have passed on
and I still wait for
the thunder’s call
when I will again
meet with the angels.
Again I’ll hear their soft voices
with instructions what I am to do.
My years have turned to autumn
and their secret I still possess
never to be whispered
to any other’s mortal ears.
It will die with me
when my life is finally through
the secret of the angels
that was told to me
in the confidence of heaven
within the rolling thunder long ago.
10 July 2014
Author’s Note:
This is semi based around actual events that took place in Fatima, Portugal in 1917.
David Harris