They use their delicate membranous wings for but one short flight.
Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.
The sky hisses.
The clouds crackle.
Rain booms and rattles.
Stirring the masses underground.
Beneath the earth.
Silent millions rise.
Wind blows.
Sunlight streams.
The earth steams.
They pour from the earth.
Termites in their masses.
Wings wringed with water.
Frogs jump.
Birds hover.
The sun warms sodden wings.
The termites rise.
Birds swoop.
Frogs gulp.
The air is filled with wings.
Higher they rise toward the sun.
Winged for this single flight.
Flying up and up.
Now come sprinkling down
Wings bereft of bodies.
Opening quotes:
Termites: World Book 2001
1 Thessalonians 4:17
