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After the Melted Time

At the length and width of time,
At the golden setting of the sun,
While in the midst of the gathering and scattering,
In the ripeness of this labor, it surely shall be.

On that day, the sun shall from its abode rise,
The sky shall wear its face of blue,
The rain shall where it may fall,
The raptors in feathery arms shall roam the air.

Oh, a day, like any other,
Certainly, certainly, it shall be.
This earthenware in which we reside to the earth shall return,
The senses which we now have like fallen rays shall be.

The troubles which we've known from birth
Shall flee and be no more,
From that time and day and beyond,
In the far memory of the past, they shall evaporate.

Then, our puffed up shoulders,
Our imagination so grandiloquent, so sure,
Shall fold up and roll away into oblivion;
Our names shall be as melted metals that drown in the melted time.

For we've gone into the ethereal light,
Enmeshed in the translucent wind,
Where all of which we touch and feel,
And for which we crave and so long,
Becomes as dust dusted off our feet.

But only the good deeds of our years,
Our mercies,
The smiles upon the faces we left,
Shall ever be ours to keep.

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that this is in anticipation of "The Rapture"? I do agree, that if, there is a God and we are called to face our deeds and receive
our due, we had better be sure that we are deserving of pity. ~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

As you know, rapture or not, someday, we all shall vacate this world, leaving behind all that we so much attach importance to.

Bathe yourself with poetry and let the world go to pieces.

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