Thunderous Trumpets Blew

Within your eyes, the fires of Hell burned fierce
while Heaven’s thunderous trumpets blew.
We reminisced, in vain, to pause the years,
but He travelled through the clouds to save you.

While you slept, you were never left alone;
I whispered your sweet name within the dark.
While I embraced you tight, God took you home;
I kissed your soul and freed your weary heart.

I slept with our lost past and blue tears fell;
My heart released white doves above your grave.
The brightest star to sparkle on my Hell;
I knew the secret hiding you were brave.