“Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up in the clouds together with them to meet the Lord in the air; and so we will be with the Lord forever.” 1 Thessalonians 4:17

God who comes and
Toots His Own Holy Horn,
where angels call
and the faces of earth's multitude turn Heavenward
with the crossed-fingered, hope of rising first,
with those desirous,
and who hold the ticket of their small faith,
of taking a trip on a cloud like a Disney ride,
to the Lord's Forever-Ever-Land,
...Bah! And boo, boo, boo!
You know the Plan.
No one goes until everybody goes.
The notion of The Elect, Your Holy Elect,
kills the least of these
over and over and over
again and again and again.
Speak plainly.
Mean the words of the mountaintop.
Stay with us.
Amen.

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