It’s Friday, or almost Friday! Our Friday Fictioneers prompt from Madison Woods is a lovely picture of a rainbow.Beautiful isn’t it? It lead me on a different path with this poem.

Can it be?

Standing on this hill,

I was watching

After the storm

The shaft of colors

As it reached down

From cloud to ground.

When it touched the earth,

I discerned

A staircase in the Heavens formed

Now filled with

People climbing, floating, rising

To meet a joyous angel band

And I realized,

For all these years,

How could

I have been so wrong?

It is the Rapture

I am left behind!

I stand here on this hill

Sorrowful and afraid.