His House -- Reunion Place

REUNION PLACE

A soaring ceiling tops the room
filled full with those that we hold dear
all dressed in white as pure as him
whose house this is and who is here.

He takes these two in glow of youth
and through his proxy binds them to
the covenants of joy and light
that open heaven to their view.

We whisper here to reverence him,
and so the voice of spirit still
will not be lost in noisiness
nor drowned by other voices shrill.

And viewing mirrors' myriad forms
remind ourselves how once we knelt
where they now kneel and cov'nant make
how they will feel as we have felt.

How wise, how provident is he
who tells us only here in white
can we receive his promises
that point us upward to the light.

For this is his reunion place.
Where we secure and renew ties
that bind our family with his
for gathering beyond the skies.

© Edwin H. Beus