The End of Time
A poem about the end of the world by ED 1/28/22
The trumpets and skies
Will hold their eyes
When the King comes back in glory
Some will fall
Burn into ashes
While angels are singing holy
The goats from the sheep
The chaff from the wheat
All will be separated
While those who don’t know
Or those who go below
The rest of us will be celebrated
The music of the skies
Forever in reprise
The psalms and holy readings
To those welcomed home
Whose names are known
Elation and warmest greeting
No sickness or death
Filled with the Spirit’s breath
A kingdom greater than Rome
The end of time
Is our time to shine
As we go to the place souls are home
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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