When The Trumpet Sounds
by Kathleen HighamIt was a dark and rainy day
A distant thunder rolled through
Wild geese flew over us honking
Like a trumpet, then I knew
God had announced His presence
Where we gathered, only a few
My son came and stood by me
Neither of us sure what to do
A small box once a loving man
Was placed down in a hole
As my Pastor prayed for him
I knew, God already had his soul
Huddled there with those I loved
Charles, my eldest brother's name
Was carved on a granite stone
Then peacefulness finally came
As I visualized a joyful reunion
Not noticing the inclement weather
Men reaching out to each other
Two brothers in Heaven together
A symbolic, yet respectful gesture
The dirt heaped up in a mound
Shoveled onto the one I love
I'll never forget the sound
The last tears fell for me today
My Mom greets the son she bore
I had kept my promise to her
My brother won't need me anymore
But I will see them all someday
As a small box goes into the ground
Not here, but raised up to Heaven
The moment when the trumpets sound
