The Rapture

 

THE RAPTURE         

A poem that heralds Christ’s second coming   

The sky, star-swept
Whispers of a pearl-haze night
Silence hovers...

Snowflakes fall slippery from above
Like diadems

All is still
A blast of trumpets!
And silence becomes
Welcomed glory to believers
Fear, to scorning multitudes
Nocturnal solitude sparks into radiance
To make way for...

His coming!

The sky, slashed in pastel hues ~

His presence!
Awakening!
Angels, draped flawless in white
Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace
Clouds behind Him, a backdrop of His glory

The redeemed, cleansed, free from sin by His blood
Arise exultantly to meet Him...
‘The dead in Christ rise first’

Then we join to meet Him in the sky-

 ‘And every eye shall see Him’

Old and New Testament
Prophesy Fulfilled!  He destroys pain, sorrow, death…

‘In a twinkling of an eye’

Jubilation!  Celebration!   New life! 

Eternity begins with God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit….

Stunned and aghast, others watch, wait and tremble…

                   

Carol Ann Turiano(-Castagna)      1962     © 10/2012