The Rapture call.....

 
Time…slowly passing, achieving nothing, wilting into mists of complacency.
Eyes ever seeking greater expectations, but seeing nothing.
Hearts closed ..unaware of the coming tribulation..
Like the flood to engulf and saturate every living thing.
The dead ..awaiting…sleeping…unstirred.
Ground over them grown and  long since  forgotten.
Unexpected, call from heaven a trumpet roars….
Louder than the gates of hell closing 
is the sound of heaven opening…. Unknown bliss awaits.
All looking skyward to discern the light- the light
shining between that of God and the dark of day.
Hands being wrenched apart, one from another,
Child from mother , father from brother,
No lottery to know who will be chosen…
Disappearing forever into the beyond, but safe with God.
Weeping for the souls left to face the tribulation,
but offering up a  silent prayer of  redemption…….