We Are Gone

I declare to you, brothers and sisters, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”   1 Corinthians 15:50-54

in the days to come

you may look for us,

but nothing is all you will find,

for we are gone,

traveling the hills westward,

soaring over mountain peeks,

gliding through sunken valleys;

we are gone;

left behind

with all the recycled trash,

yesterday’s news,

trapped within the hollow strands

of tomorrow’s tragedy,

laboriously flailing along

like forgotten refugees,

displaced by new dreams

and decaying winter filth;

we are gone;

do not look in hidden summer sanctuaries,

nor behind effervescent nooks and crannies,

the dawn will bring no more questions,

the sky no more answers,

mystery bemoans her children,

destiny awakens from its slumber,

we have become the evening shadows;

all things fade,

all things disappear,

all things end;

we are gone.

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