The sky boiled,
As the earth ruffled,
Clouds blew past,
And the soil buckled.

The dead came forth,
And stood in wait,
Believers noticed,
Heavens Gate.

As they watched,
It opened wide,
He bid them come,
They stepped inside.

They floated light,
Went up above,
Now eternity,
To spend in love.


Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Her work has appeared in numerous journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found She is a classical guitar player living in Wichita, Kansas

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  1. Father Richard Libby

    I think the poem is more memorable because of its simplicity. Well done!


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