Tag: original poetry and photograph

Where will you be at the last trump’s sound?

Will you be above or below ground?

Tis a question To consider…

Whether hither or thither?

However we ponder,

Of how we’ll go yonder,

We can’t know,

Til we,

Go.

Nonet
#NaPoWriMo 2017 Challenge today was to write a nine-line poem. I chose a Nonet, which I also rhymed. 

Image is an “Angel’s Trumpet” Flower which I had the pleasure to see and photograph at a recent visit to a Spring “Garden Palousa” Event. The plant’s name caused me to ponder upon the scripture verse in 1Corinthians 15:51-52

“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.”