Rows of headstones,
grey slabs of concrete
for people long gone
overgrown with weeds
names written in moss.
Look again, there's more
than meets the eye!
Each headstone shows
a piece of a bigger picture,
like a giant jigsaw that
will come together one day
when the trumpet blasts
and the graves will open!
This poem came about after Holy Spirit showed me in a vision where headstones changed shape and became jigsaw pieces. I have tagged a few Bible scriptures where it relates to the graves breaking open in End Times. I am not an expert about this at all, and don't fully understand as to the timing of such an event etc. but these tagged scriptures talk about judgment and/or resurrection. It is very sobering.....