Come, but softly by Gregg Hake
Come, but softly my darling love
And kneel before the altar flame.
The floodgates of heav’n above
Are trumpeting thine holy name.
Songs of angels sounds as waters
Cascading through the tear-drenched vale,
Calling names of sons and daughters
Who yearn to live above the veil.
Put off thy shoes from mortal feet
And yield thine heart to love’s command.
Tarry no more but rush to meet;
The time is not far but at hand.
Wait not to shake thy mortal coil
To rise above earthly turmoil.
Gregory Hake 
O’ ye gates, of heav’n above
Amidst the storm of earths turmoil
Upon my knees, in radiant love
Do I yield, on sacred soil.
Join in song of souls great truth
Long tarried, in wait, to sing with thee
My heart is open, fire of youth
As rushed, but slowly, softly with ye’
Love’s command heard loud and clear
The Kingdom’s come to join this land
Sing loud! Shake up those trembling seer’s
That peace may join her lovers hand
And so the day came to pass
When finally, “when” arrived, and “if” was past.
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Blessed answer to Gregg’s invitation. Love the melodic opportunity of poetry. Thank you Gentlemen; it is a joy.
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Beautiful.
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Your poem is exquisite. Your words articulate the always present call. It is wonderful to hear it and receive it and to increasingly know it.
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A blessed invitation that calls to the very core of one who retains the longing for all that is right and sacred. From world-weariness and cynicism, we may rise to meet the unspeakable sweetness and the indisputable power of Love’s Source. From such union all else of value proceeds.
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Precious sentiments Gregg. Thank you for been brave enough to sound this tone into a desolate world. My heart sighs with relief and gratitude.
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Beautiful
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That’s beautiful Gregg!! Thank you!
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Your poem describes my heart’s desire. This world, so far fallen from it’s original design, is somewhat like a real illusion. I think of it like a nightmare that would disappear if we’d wake up. I’m not thinking the harvest would just vanish but our perspective would ameliorate the despair of this present world and with our new understanding begin to regenerate our planet. The stance you describe is repentance, forgiveness and releasing our death grip on the poison of judgement. Humility seems to be an intelligent first step. As a world, nations and families, down to each individual, we’ve been wrong about a lot of things, but it’s not too late to change.
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