A poem, I can only imagine
I can only imagine what it will be like here on Mother earth when God descends and announces " our time span has expired "
The wonder, The fright, The confusion, The excitement, each hoping we had done what God had required
The bickering, The fighting, The hate toward anyone different will finally come to rest
Will we be filled with happiness, assured we had done our very best ?
Or will we be reminded of the intolerance shown to others who observed a different belief ?
The persecution toward the Gay community. The Teens committing suicide
Due to embedded grief
Did we give? Did we offer The Widow's mite?
Did we volunteer our service to help feed the poor?
Extending our hand to shed a hopeful glimmer of light
Did we look away when the homeless man appeared at our front door?
Did we open wide?
Or did we silently ignore?
So many questions God will surely ask on this fateful last day on earth
There is no doubt some will feel sorrow
While others will express jubilant mirth
Thankfully this fateful day has not yet occurred on our precious Mother earth
There is still time for hearts to change
God is still waiting for his people to reclaim their rightful spiritual rebirth.
My inspiration for writing this piece is from reading, " Deep in the shadows " by The poet Vincent Moore. Hopefully it will cause us all to reflect on a more giving and loving life here on earth.
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