The Gathering – R.M. Engelhardt

THE GATHERING

All candles lit

In the dark room

The ritual begins 

With smoke,

The ceremony

A series of words summoning

Invoking the voices

Of The Dead

More than a mere event

The table a

Connection

Holding hands

The seance begins

Are you here?

Are you with us?

Show us 

A sign

A single Fall

Autumn leaf

Both orange &

Red sweeps across

The table from no 

Where

Perhaps it’s a small

Coincidence the wind

Reminding us that the

Time is near

The veil

Grows thin

Upon this forgotten 

Night 

We beseech thee

Show Thyself !

The Doorbell

Rings

~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023