We believers rejoice when
We hear that the Lord
Jesus Christ is coming. The
Rapture of the Church will
Be sudden, like a blink of an
Eye and unannounced. The
Dead and those of us who
Are still living will be caught
Up in the air, the clouds, to
Be with the Lord Jesus Christ.
Then we’re taken to heaven to
Live with HIm forever. This
Glorious event could happen
At any moment, for we are
Now living in the end times.
Looking for that blessed hope–
Come, Lord Jesus Christ, come!
If the earth stopped rotating,
There would be no more gravity.
Every thing and every body
Would start floating around
End over end. Panic would
Break out. Those lucky enough
To float near a tree would
Grab a branch and hold on
For dear life.
Everyone thinks of
Hollywood as a far
Away magical place,
Like the land of oz.
They regard actors
And actresses like
Greek gods. But we
Find out in the end
That they are human
Like the rest of us.
The poet is lost, he wanders
All over town, even going
Out to the countryside. He
Is sure he has left something
Somewhere but forgot
Where. What the poet is
Looking for is the perfect
Word to finish his poem.
Exploring, it’s always a thrill to find an
Unlocked, deserted hospital building.
It’s eerie entering into rooms where
Patients have died–listening to the
Sounds of their last breath, making
My hair stand on end.
Life has many experiences
Of many types good and
Bad. We will have to say
We roll with the punches
And we will survive. Life
Is too wonderful to let the
The bumps in the road
Stop us on our way to
Happiness,
We’re together here on earth
But we don’t know how many
Days any of us have left. The
Idea is to spend our time in
Harmony and doing things
Together. But the hammer
Falls: God takes both of us.
We are finally together in
Heaven.
One of those days to
Stay in — brilliant bolts
Of lightning uncover
Everything. The thunder
Shakes God’s creatures
Large and small. To
Finish it off come the
Torrential rains washing
Away the evil.
Wordman of Alcatraz 