Driving Through the Rapture

Sadly, it was apparently not.
In fact, against high heaven's wall, 
the contrails all had seemed to be descending,
suggesting a falling trend.
But though we laughed to think of saved ones rising,
we could not help envisioning how the hopeful spent the day
in prayer, in goodbyes,
in anxious countings down,
in the strangest of possible glad anticipations,
to think that this bright day might be the last;
and when the hour had passed
and we were still just driving,
did we not yield one most private sigh to think
the world no more divine than yesterday,
or that we were left behind?

May 22 2011