The Rapture

I was raptured last night.


I flung up

With my laser gun.

I knew about the war.

I fought in the war.

I flung into the sky

With all bright, great zeal.


There, the winged Father of Lights



My report card…

It was marked with red

Very little green.

Full of falsehoods,

Heresies, delinquencies,

As every season of my life

Flashed like a page of a report card.


It soon became apparent…

I hadn’t reached heaven.

Because that gun was in my hand.


It was the storm-trooper gun from my childhood.

I was ready to play real war.


Christians, turn the other cheek.

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