They beat on Heaven's door, traveling
by the gates. The Angels stood watch.
Somehow, they cruised the world.
Poof! In an instant.....
And they are the good
people or bad vanished home.
Yonder in the great Blue... I see animals too.
As the clouds change form, but I seen not
kin nor friend. O' my , reckon they shifted
beyond, to drift in Deja vu. In limbo, would
they be to scare the dickens out of an
innocent somebody! Unless, the brimstone
heats their brow; they breathe the breath of fire.
For goodness sake, shall we pray. For those
who said goodbye yesterday. Although, a
hint was not given, even tho , an absentee
was noticed. I shall peek the paper.
By Jessica Hughes aka JHpoetry©2009-2010