A Note In the Wind

When it comes, you will know it; there will be no doubt. Flee to the mountains; don't gather a thing. Alas, for the one who is pregnant or nursing; out in the field, tarry not for your coat. The men of all nations, in mourning, will cower; false is the prophet and foolish the sage who boast secret knowledge of the end of the age, for nobody knows that day or that hour. Dark is the sun, and the moon gives no light; the stars rain from heaven - a celestial shower. The sign of the Son, in both glory and power, armies of angels and majestic might. Then, from the four corners, He gathers them in: the blast of a trumpet, a note in the wind. ————— for the A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest sponsored by Charles Messina Written 10/29/22