The Rapture

The valley is thick with mist. It's the rapture. The sun,
The one god, has appeared in its glory, and all
Of the souls of the rain-sodden fields are rising
To reach it, drawn to their king, as still-earthbound
Zealots, who murmur their prayers and attempt to be
Patient, wait for their turns to be called.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-13 at 23:56

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
At last! Another disciple of Ra! There aren't that many of us about nowadays. :) But seriously, a great turn of phrase to be found here. Bravo. Blessings, Allen
2024-05-15


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
so much things hidden in a three-letters word ! I am not surprised you can't define it accurately and definitely! but you can't name it the everything but the strongest entity in this universe?
2024-05-14