Like a thief at midnight he will come soon
to lift the contents of grave and tomb;
So Watch.. watch as if by full moon's light
though when he comes he'll have torch bright
as lightning - you've seen the flash
of blue light upon midnight walls within darkened room
as downpour cleanses earth,
and thunder rolls across heaven's girth.
And in the blackness his torch will blaze
upon the headstone's graven lines:
A name or names;
appropriate words in few lines;
perhaps a verse.. a poet's jewelled love set in rhyme;
or scripture from the Master Poet far above..
all accented by, perhaps: a floral offering;
touching stone on each side, a small green shrub
perched on which on sunny day a bird might sing
sweet memories of one who lays alone,
or two, as in life one above, one below.. or side by side.
'What great darkness...! ' some might say,
'dwells in the soul of one who comes to steal
treasures from this resting place! '
I say, Behold.. this grave contains no earthly wealth
of silver or of gold:
And any thief intent on such
would find no profit in his task,
but if he did 'twould be no loss
for he would leave behind that which truly cost
The Last Graverobber his own life:
For safely rests the undisturbed soul
or souls secure in their eternal bliss
awaiting the return of The Last Graverobber
who will come soon for his ransomed own
to lift them to eternal light,
and set them before his great white throne
on which is the Lamb
who all in heaven worship as they stand
behind the elders which will cast
their golden crowns towards Lamb's feet
as echoes roll from Final Trumpet's Farewell Blast.
Watch. Then when watching is complete
watch the Elders cast their golden crowns
towards The Last Graverobber's
Glory to God.. poem by Spirit and Bob.