Alabaster, Gold, Coral Blue and Grey

This poem speaks of The Rapture...


Happily ever after, to have and to hold,
Love true found, eternally saved.
Soul felt banter, a joy to behold,
Sapphire hews, irrepressible dismay.

Thoughts of hereafter, meticulously scrolled.
Hearts construed, morally depraved.
Winsome laughter, delightfully tolled,
Frightened, confused, distraught, betrayed.

Sequestered pastors, sins consoled,
Tight lipped, confused, unable to pray.
Cerebral spellcaster, futures foretold,
Immoral views, remorse conveyed.

Evil crafter, no defiance too bold,
Deplorable news, to lighten your day.
Taliban bastards, heartless and cold,
Sinister actor, evil portrayed.

Avoiding capture, selling of souls,
Floral blooms, cast in clay,
Invoking the rapture, lives controlled,
Choral tunes and chants replayed.

Kings and masters, nomadic wolds,
December moon, warm winter day.
Terror raptors, born from molds,
Dark at noon, wasting away.

Three benefactors, their legends pretold,
Psalms misconstrued, sung the wrong way.
Worn and tattered, subliminally cajoled.
Sober abuse, irreversible decay.

Nuclear reactors, secrets sold,
Atomic fuses, for sale on eBay.
Worldwide disasters, visions unfold,
Mushroom clouds, purple haze.

Lavender, silver, maroon extolled,
Toxic fumes, blind men gaze,
Time thereafter, loss of control,
A fortunate few, all gone astray.

There were Three Kings of Orient,
Who bore witness from a far,
The birth of a Lord and Savior,
Led by faith and the light of a star.

Borne gifts of frankincense, gold and myrrh,
Forecasts of deity, light and gloom,
A glorified child, the incarnate Word,
His future traversed from manger to tomb.

A new dawn's horizon, second coming foretold,
The Son will rise to mourn the last day.
Embracing the rapture with unopen arms,
Bathed in Alabaster, Gold, Coral Blue and Grey.


Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

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