At the End of Time
At the End of Time
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
When clouds brood, tinged with blood,
and the fury of nature imparts its final blow,
I shall stand before life unperturbed,
in the knowledge that I tried,
spoke of tyranny and arrogance,
and in the face of our undoing, pointed purposefully,
to the path that would bring us together in brotherhood.
But my voice, although not alone, was like a whisper in a gale,
and people lived as they had, in denial,
of all that was promised, the consequences of avarice,
and those of religion stood together,
huddled in faith that they alone would be saved,
drawn to the bosom of heavenly bliss and eternal life,
awaiting their sanctified ascension.
Yet what God would choose one of his creations over another,
those who obeyed to live and those who did not damned,
only a God with ego would make such judgement,
and surely God has no ego, not like a human,
that God would not be benevolent, not loving nor understanding,
a false God, with all the imperfections of humanity,
perhaps a dream, an invocation of man clothed in finery.
I shall huddle alone in my last moments,
knowing that love has blessed my life,
and what omniscient force lives within me, as I know it does,
shall bloom in my transformation,
and I shall join my loved ones in that essence of eternity,
to light up the sky in glorious array,
peace loving souls joined in the celebration of life,
and the ever-changing possibilities of metamorphosis.
At the end of time I shall stand on the brink of beginnings.
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