The rapture

A hush descends, a stillness in the air,

No trumpet's blast, nor angel's sudden flight,

But absence felt, a soul-deep, chilling care,

Where loved ones stood, now empty, void of light.

A scattered coat, a half-filled cup remains,

A silent phone, a car left on the street,

The world perplexed, with questions, grief, and pains,

A mystery profound, bittersweet.

The faithful soared, a swift and unseen grace,

While those who lingered, burdened by their doubt,

Now face the void, a desolate, stark space,

And search for meaning, as the fires break out.

The earth awaits, a judgment yet to be,

A silent echo of eternity.