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The End of Time

A poem about the end of the world by ED 1/28/22

By Emily DickersonPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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The End of Time
Photo by Davide Cantelli on Unsplash

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

surreal poetry
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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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