Dear Doves:

 

Poem from a dream that I had about the rapture.

 

BEFORE IT RAINS

 

The sky opens up

And the clouds roll back

And the atmosphere

changes dramatically.

 

The black and the grey

Are an ominous sign and

I don't remember the day

When I saw a sign like this.

 

A voice calls from above

Between the curtains of grey

"Come up -- Come up"

And live with me today.

 

Thunder and lightening

Within the voice

Enough to cause you to tremble

If you were afraid.

 

But it's the Father's voice

Calling Come Home!  Come Home!

To come in before

It rains.

 

copyright Cheryl Brand

3/14/2013

 

brandcheryl@aol.com