The End of the Earth

 

I follow the multi-colored arch

Spanning from one horizon to the other.

To the east, a church spire stands

Silhouetted against the end of the earth.

The cross atop the spire directs my path.

I draw near to find a cemetery behind the church.

And there, the earth ends.

Life on earth ends.

The sun’s aura lights the space

And I see eternity.

I am blinded by the streets of gold,

Calmed by the songs of the birds,

Beckoned by an outstretched hand.

Everything behind me seems trivial.

Then I hear His voice say,

“Come.”

Cindy Herndon