The Last Day
Darkness fell with innocence in tow
The serene sky marred by gunshot smoke
Signed by Death’s fiery signature
And crossed with wails that frayed stable ground.
A Testament with dilapidated bonds,
Is rescued from tongues of scarlet malevolence.
Refuge found in the Earth’s fracture shell
Where seven years seemed seven minutes
A calm aroused survivors to wake
And marvel at a grey brimmed sight beneath
Where a creature receives judgment’s fate.
Familiar profiles appear all around
Yet one stands out among the crowd
Adorned with finest silk and a crown of curls
She recognizes Him at once
And in disbelief is lifted high in His arms
Until He holds her as if not 17 but seven
Whispering lovingly,
“Welcome to heaven.”