Brilliant white light
A sound symphony
The end of the world?
As the wind whips the trees
The Panic confused
And hurried goodbyes
No time for tears
They burn in your eyes

How strong is your faith?
Are you strangely quite calm?
Will you meet your Maker?
Your life in His palm

A thundering swoop
That descneds from the cloud
I see it coming
I can't hear
It's so loud

Your loved ones
Your last thoughts
In this world lie alongside
Their souls lifted up
In Heaven abide

Joey, nice job, lets hope we never have to find out how accurate your poem may be.