Saturday, May 21, 2011

Not Ready

The pseudo-Rapture
Has come and gone
And I am here

Will the morning bring news
Of empty clothing
Strewn around the world
Of people taken in their prime
To live here no more?

I cannot know
Until my Sunday comes
Yet come it will
And I feel blessed
To have another day
To live

My novels whine for me
Tugging at my shorts
As I cook dinner this evening
My son still needs
A patchwork comforter
My daughter needs a hug

My work is yet unfinished
So I smile with relief
To see my ordinary self
Still sitting here
Well beyond the deadline set
For launching from this earth.


  1. I agree. We don't really believe in the Rapture, but it's a relief to know the time has come and gone and we can continue our lives.

    Lovely poem. It came from your heart.

  2. I can't say I'm a believer in the rapture, either. It goes against my most fundamental Christian principle: inclusion. I have no delusions that I am better than a bunch of other people, and don't see myself as any more worthy of some sort of heavenly existence than others. All I am certain I have it this life right now.

    But it's wasted if I don't use it. Thanks so much for commenting!

  3. Perhaps the experience was to remind us to make the most of our writing time.


  4. I don't believe in the rapture but was fascinated by the coverage of it!

    Remember you were one of the winners of my giveaway at the beginning of the year! Well given that we both survived the non-rapture, I have a prize for you! Please email me your address to : juliet.m.wilsonATgmailDOTcom. Thanks!

  5. :) I like the honesty.

  6. Nice poem… The world can’t end my book isn’t finished.