Waiting

(I can’t say that I am a poet unless someone who writes poems occasionally is a poet. What I mean is, poetry is not something I’ve studied or consider myself an expert on. It is something I enjoy at times. So, I hope you will indulge me and allow me to post an occasional poem here)

Scripture Reading: 1 Thessalonians 4:16

Quietly I pass through

Granite stones row by row

Eyes closed and bosom crossed

Flowery masks lovingly laid

Hide what lies beneath the green

My life in three words

A date to mark the end

Gently I lie down

Among the dreamless sleepers

Here in peace I rest

And wait . . .

“For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God.  And the dead in Christ will rise first.” 

- 1 Thessalonians 4:16 -