Maybe Then

Gentle snowflakes dangle on the tips of the clouds,
Falling ever so often, relieving the stress in the air
by striking the ground in a peculiar fashion;
Eventually blanketing the ground completely, except for the few strands of evergreen leaves that bravely pierce through the snow.
But I am indoors on this beautiful, dreadful day,
For the immaculate substance covering the ground appears bloodshot;
As if they have become bereaved;
And the happiness I once saw in the sky is gone.
Memories begin o overflow in my mind, as I wonder about my mother, my father;
How dearly they must miss me,
Maybe one day, when the time comes, and the words fall from Christ's lips;
When the deceased rise again, when the living see the unthinkable;
When the Christians rejoice, when the atheists cower in fear;
Maybe then, I will know.

*note* I respect all religions, I just used Christianity for this particular poem