Rapture

dark as pitch,
I drive along the spine
of the Ozarks ridge
no other car on the road
not a soul in sight

but me

I suddenly wonder

did I miss the heavenly trumpet
have the righteous risen up
soaring into the air
exchanging their earthly
garb
for heavenly robes
sparkling white
washed clean
in the Blood of the Lamb

and I am left

until
turning towards home
the headlights catch you
standing in the doorway
illuminated by the light
and I know
I will remain

unrepentant