It all happened in a very orderly fashion,
There was a flash, an announcement,
Then it was all over.
In every country, assembly points were organised
Everyone was summoned to attend.
Vast crowds gathered, rumours and speculation abounded.
The poor huddled in one corner,
The rich stood in centre ground,
Convinced they should be first.
It seemed an eternity, an irony not lost on most,
Before the heavens opened and the light more brilliant
Than one could ever imagine shone on each of them.
The motherly face that appeared seemed an anti-climax
Until several of the well to do questioned it all.
Their question was answered with a bolt of lightning
And after that, no one said a word.
Humanity gathered in a circle
Each person the same as the other
Sinners with the pious,
Thieves and raconteurs all holding hands
United in the end of times.
The light shone down separating the left from the right
The bodies moved off powerless to object,
Terrified and oblivious to their fate.
Above them, the workers of the light worked feverishly
As time was against them
A new universe was beginning,
They needed humanities spirit and resolve,
The processing taking but a second.
New life began.
The mother figure looked down
Saw it was good
And moved on once again making a note:
This universe could only improve on the last one.