Celebration

Celebration
Quizmo LaGrande

Eleven days into November, a day like any other,
Begins a heralding of grace, for opened minded to discover.
At the hour of eleven all the planets will align,
The angels take their places, and what happens next divine.

On that day in year two-thousand and eleven of our time,
A grand wakening occurs for those who hear the rhyme;
The sun will gift the earth a most dazzling display
Of fireworks and solar flares in its grandest solar way.

At the hour of eleven when conditions are ideal,
The lights are dimmed the curtain drawn, the mystery still concealed;
Light-workers poised and ready, the angels at their post,
The galaxies and stars sit waiting, breathless for their host.

Then precisely at the minute of eleven past the hour
Magnetic fields unfold and the earth begins to flower
In the grandest, most fantastic celebration yet disclosed,
Heaven’s portal opens, and new dimensions are exposed!

To those who do not care, nor believe there is a shift,
Twill be a day like any other, as they go about their rift.
To others, great disaster may occur to their dismay,
But for those who look beyond, love will surely light the way.

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Written for Writer's Cramp prompt: "Write a story or poem about an event that occurs at 11:11 am on November 11, 2011 (11/11/11)."