Picture It And Write It Exercise, June 24, 2012


The thunder could be heard around the world. Lightening reached down and touched the soil, sparking the dead. The sun had raced behind the clouds and was not going to shine until ordered to do so.

People were running in all directions. Tripping over each other. Dead were being trampled  on as if they were pieces of broken rocks. Children could be heard screaming. There was one woman who fell, taking her child with her, and once standing back on her feet, she left the child behind.

Some people were unclothed, as when hearing  the noise, had  jumped straight from the bed to the door. Others had a bundle of personal belongings under their arm, as they raced by. Others were found to be sitting on the grounds, smiling and at peace, as if they had been expecting and waiting for this day.

Some could be seen kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for help, looking to the skies. Even the sick were seen dragging their weak bodies, clinging to their walking sticks, so not to stumble. Aged in wheelchairs, seen crying, praising God for rescuing them from their pain and miseries.

Birds could be seen, circling the skies, the chatter deafening to the ear. Dogs, cats, rabbits, were racing to no where. There was fear among the world, following each other, going to unspecified areas, running to hide from the strange ways.

The skies became darker, and it was as if day had become night. Rain began to fall. There was no gentleness in the drops. It came with a vengeance, and as it fell, it stung, like hail, as it touched the living. Piercing its anger, forcing them into memory, of the warnings they had ignored.

The trumpets came out of all four corners of the world. Men on black, brown and white stallions, sounding the announcement of the unexpected visitor. A wild look could be seen in the animals eyes, and steam came pouring from their nostrils, bucking their riders into the air, but  never faltering, continuing to play as instructed.

Soon, the land was still, leaving some for the eye to see, while others were in hiding for no one to find. All signs of animal life had disappeared. The earth became quiet. The rains became still, and the angry thunder left as quickly  as it had come.

The gray skies grew instantly bright. A brightness that had never been cast. The chill from the rains was transformed into heat. A warmth that had never been felt. The waters opened welcoming him and some eyes whether wanting to or not, were turned to view the magnificent, white clothed form, with a brilliant gold crown sitting a top of his head come down from the skies and stood be for them.

Another visitor came from the deep grounds, rising above, riding a black beast, racing to the mountains and caves.

One by one, the chosen were lifted into his arms. Tears were wiped dry, all pains disappeared. Love was breathed into their souls, by a touch of his hand, and they were then lifted into the heavens, where loved ones were reaching out to them to welcome them home.

Others, less fortunate, the ones who chose not to believe, were being stung by the crack of the whip,and as the whip cracked, it picked each one up and they were tossed into the seas, to never be seen again.

This was done swiftly with no thinking, as if all had been planned years before, and in only moments, the earth became barren once again, and a quietness came over the land.

 

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20 thoughts on “Picture It And Write It Exercise, June 24, 2012

  1. The storms of life captures us all off guard but if our faith and beliefs are well grounded and secure the storm will past. Love your writings.

    BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!

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  2. Good descriptive piece, Terry. And that will be a day which, once we see it, will be glorious beyond any description we could give it now. Praise the Lord! As the Apostle John said at the end of the Book of Revelation: Even so, come Lord Jesus.

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  3. Very powerful, Terry. I loved this sentence ‘Dead were being trampled on as if they were pieces of broken rocks.’ So evocative. Great work! Thanks for contributing this week at Picture it & write. 🙂

    – Ermisenda

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  4. Love that ocean on the picture … very powerful written, but I didn’t get it all .. maybe my mind wasn’t fully open. Not your fault – you’re a brilliant writer. Terry, we agreed on that you shouldn’t apologize for your writing.

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