April 24: World's End

 

At World's End
by Tom King

The Universe is watching, the peoples of the stars
Sometimes, I suspect, in bewilderment
At what we have done to ourselves here,
In seven thousand years of blood and terror.

I suspect they wonder why - all of them - that He
Would let it go on so long; long past proved
That the rebellion isn't working out so well,
Not the way the devils advertised.

I think I understand for in all of history there are
More now alive than have ever lived and died.
And technology has given us the means to speak
To each of them at once the truth.

He is a jealous God, not wanting even one
That can be gathered to be lost.
When His sons and daughters stand at the ready,
Like lightning He will come to take us home.

The Thunder whispers far off in the distance,
A portent at just the edge of hearing.
We feel it. Smell it on the wind. See eternity rolling in,
A black cloud like a fist rising in the East.

© 2022 by Tom King